The invitations to the Spirit Palace Trading Fair did not care whether their recipients walked the righteous path or the underworld. As long as they had money, even the Holy Spirit Hall would be invited by Night Cats.
Naturally, the Alchemist Association of the Royal City had also received an invitation.
At this moment.
Inside private room 183 at the trading fair venue.
A middle-aged woman with a graceful figure and voluptuous curves, dressed in an alchemist's robe that still could not conceal her striking shape, slowly sat down on the sofa.
She held a goblet in one hand, lightly sipping at it with her red lips.
Though already middle-aged, the woman had maintained herself exceptionally well. She looked like a young lady not yet thirty, elegant and poised, forming a stark contrast with the few old men beside her.
For others, attending such an event meant keeping their numbers down as much as possible, lest they expose themselves.
But to the Alchemist Association, such distinguishing traits were utterly insignificant.
The people in the Royal City least afraid of death were this group living in the Pill Tower.
Because if anyone dared attack the Pill Tower, countless great experts whose lives had been saved by its alchemists would leap out and slaughter the enemy one by one.
And among those who held the most life-saving favors owed by the Royal City's great figures was the woman presently seated on the sofa.
"President Dong Ling."
Shi Ti sat upright and respectfully bowed toward the woman from the side. "Is it truly possible for this Spirit Palace Trading Fair to find the person the Holy Envoy is looking for?"
Hua Xiang had been lying before the large screen, staring intently at the beast-masked figures below whose appearances she could not make out.