"Please."
Seeing this, Lin Feng lightly cupped his hands and headed toward the interior of the hall.
After all, whether in strength or status, he surpassed Shu Heng, a first-layer He Tian Realm cultivator.
Naturally, he had every right to walk in front.
As for Shu Heng, he followed behind "Xiao Yan," rapidly searching through his memories for information on this unfamiliar Spirit Grade Alchemist.
Yet no matter how hard he tried to recall—
He had never found any information in his mind about a high-level alchemist or expert named "Xiao Yan."
Forget it. For now, I'll see whether he can produce the pills I need within five days. If he can, then regardless of whether he's truly an alchemist, his background probably isn't simple. After all, even a He Tian Realm cultivator normally couldn't carry so many varieties of top-grade mortal pills.
Unable to reach any conclusion, Shu Heng ultimately shook his head, gave up trying to determine the man's identity, and quickly caught up.
As the two hurried along, they soon arrived before the raised platform Lin Feng had visited earlier.
However, unlike before, many seats had now been arranged below it.
Sweeping his gaze around, Chen Shuo discovered that there were at least several hundred chairs here.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, he turned his head and looked diagonally upward behind him.
He discovered that, dozens of zhang behind him, a row of rooms hung beneath the ceiling.
Moreover, the walls of those rooms facing the raised platform seemed to be constructed from some kind of pitch-black crystalline material.
No matter how he looked, he could not see what was inside.
Quite a few of those rooms are already occupied by people with different cultivation paths. They must be the so-called honored guests. Those rooms must be the VIP rooms.