Peter Brown didn't care what others thought. Today, he was determined to shake them all up. Now that Peter had decided to go high profile, he wouldn't concern himself with everyone's opinions. After all, he could attribute everything to the fortune he gained on the Divine Consciousness Battlefield. If anyone were really foolish enough to provoke him, Peter wouldn't mind bringing out his twelve soldiers to wipe out the other party, not even the Beast Sect could harm him.
Under everyone's gaze, a tiny tower had already appeared in Peter's hand.
The disciples watching Peter's hand-held tower were full of confusion, having no idea what kind of Immortal Artifact he had actually refined.
"Isn't this thing too small?"
"Yeah, what use could such a tiny thing have?"
"I thought it would be some incredible Immortal Artifact, but it's just this piece of junk!"
Although they didn't dare to speak loudly, they still discussed it quietly among themselves.
