Time passes quickly.
In a blink of an eye, five days have gone by.
Throughout the entire five days, most of the competing forging masters were eliminated.
Until the morning of the sixth day.
The morning sun rises, awakening all things.
Immortal Cloud Mountain Range.
On the Central Mountain.
Emmitt Turner and Hawk Trevino and other referee elders stand quietly there.
The twenty thousand people present are all waiting for Emmitt Turner to announce the first place winner of each group.
"Who are the first place winners of these ten groups?"
"The Great Emperor Jordan hasn't announced the results, who knows!"
"There's no need to guess, the top ten will definitely be taken by the Four Major Top-tier Refining Sects and Four Major First-class Refining Sects!"
"It's probably like that, there should be no suspense!"
Everyone whispers among themselves.
In the crowd.
"Brother Yeager, are you the first place winner of the tenth group?"
