Uchiha Madara had undoubtedly become the center of attention.
Everyone had already been wondering about his fate, and now they could not help whispering among themselves. Of course, even more people looked at him with admiration and envy.
To make a dazzling display at the Alchemist Grand Meeting was the highest honor for anyone on the Dou Qi Continent.
That mysterious Black-Robed Man also looked toward Madara, his gaze filled with surprise and scrutiny.
Yet to Madara, this was nothing more than a minor scene. He had not come down to satisfy his vanity, but to truly learn the methods of alchemy.
As for Liu Ling, stopping at the right point was enough. Trash like him was not worth too much of Madara's attention.
The gray-robed man's probing, on the other hand, displeased him slightly. He immediately let out a cold snort.
"Sneaking around? Get out here!"
With that cold shout, invisible chakra spread outward. The gray-robed man's pupils suddenly widened. Before he could react, the bamboo hat on his head and the long robe on his body had already been shattered into powder.
He staggered back two or three steps at the same time, his face flushing red. It seemed a mouthful of blood had risen to his throat, only for him to force it back down.
"You..." He gritted his teeth, wanting to say something, but he trembled when he saw Uchiha Madara's eyes and swallowed his words again.
It was a youthful face—far more youthful than anyone had imagined. Fa Ma and the others frowned at the same time, sensing something off about him, though they could not say exactly what it was.
"Is he disguised?" Fa Ma asked softly.
Elder Jia shook his head. He knew the question was directed at him; among those present, his