Not the Soul Hall, but Hun Ruoruo

Though she called herself a "little girl," she did not seem very old either, appearing to be just twenty. Only her head of white hair was especially eye-catching, spoiling her flawless, delicate features.

Of course, what drew Dan Chen's attention was not the woman's appearance, but her pair of eyes, which could only be called bizarre.

What kind of eyes were those?

Dark, sinister, steeped in sin—every word denoting negativity fell far short of describing them. They seemed like true nothingness, like an abyss whose origin could never be glimpsed.

"Um... excuse me."

Gradually breaking free from her shock, Dan Chen glanced timidly at Hun Ruoruo and spoke softly.

"Running out from home on your own isn't something a good girl should do."

Hun Ruoruo covered her mouth and chuckled, teasing in her eyes.

"Besides, could it be that the Dan Family's so-called low profile means secretly coming to a place as mixed as this to drum up publicity for yourself?"

"I..."

A flush immediately rose on Dan Chen's sickly little face.

She could not help lowering her head as she muttered awkwardly,

"I just happened to see it... that's all."

Hearing this, Hun Ruoruo's lips curled up slightly, but she did not expose her.

As fellow genius Alchemists, who among them did not possess even a trace of pride?

Even if Dan Chen had never flaunted herself, when she heard someone question her alchemy, she still found it hard to simply let it go in one ear and out the other.

To those devoted to alchemy, reputation and talent were treasures even more precious than life itself. No one could be allowed to tarnish them.

Seeing that Hun Ruoruo bore no ill will, Dan Chen finally let out a quiet sigh of relief. The way she looked at the