"What happened?"
The Martial City was in turmoil.
It must be known.
Lately, Ye Qingchen was undeniably the most noticeable presence in Martial City. The elixirs he concocted were universally praised. But why did these alchemists join forces to drive him away?
"What do you mean?"
Ye Qingchen sat there without moving, his eyelids slightly raised, quietly watching the seasoned alchemist before him.
This alchemist's name was Qi Ming, the oldest and most experienced in Martial City. Before Bai Mu arrived, his status was the highest.
"Haha, Mr. Ye, don't you have a clue about what you've done?" Qi Ming sneered, "I wondered how someone so young could achieve such superior alchemy skills, turns out you simply stole them!"
"What's going on?"
Everyone observed the scene, full of puzzlement.
"How can you say that?" Zhou Hai stood up in anger, and Lu Yanwu also nodded repeatedly beside him.
