Start of a Legend

Zhao Feng let out a breath as he exited the Outer Hall Division. It looked like his eyepatch and azure hair didn’t catch the attention of the Clan. Afterall, weird things of every kind happened every day.

Zhao Feng soon arrived at the Clan Mission Division because of something else.

He knew a few array masters as well as blacksmiths. Obviously, Zhao Feng wasn’t here to get a weapon because he wasn’t rich enough to get blacksmiths to make him one.

“Brother Zhao, you need me?”

This blacksmith apprentice recognised Zhao Feng since the latter had followed old man Zhang around and had the name of ‘prodigy’.

Zhao Feng didn’t know that he was famous throughout the Outer Hall Division, Grass Wood Division and Clan Mission Division.

He was the top outer disciple and he was only 14-15 years old. As for the Grass Wood Division and Clan Mission Division, he had the name of ‘prodigy’ and the two Vice Heads fought over him.

“I need an eyepatch.” Zhao Feng pointed at his left eye.