"Han Feng? Medicine Emperor Han Feng?"
"He came too? Could he be the one who brought the Hall of Souls here?!"
"He must be here for revenge after being humiliated in alchemy earlier."
"He couldn't beat him at alchemy, so he brought people to deal with him? How petty."
"This is the Black-Corner Region. It's normal for Han Feng to do that."
"I meant his attitude toward alchemy, not that there's anything wrong with what he did."
"And you're so broad-minded?"
"What's that supposed to mean? Want to fight?"
"Fine, let's fight. You think I'm scared of you?"
"..."
Chu Zhou's voice reached every corner of Black Seal City, clear as a thunderclap, instantly setting off an uproar.
If Han Feng really had brought the Hall of Souls here, today's events were probably far more complicated than they appeared. Bringing in killers because he couldn't win at alchemy certainly lacked the dignity expected of an alchemist.
That bastard actually found me. A spirit realm soul!
Exposed outright by Chu Zhou, Han Feng's face alternated between pale and livid as he hid in the shadows outside the city. He had intended to pull the strings from behind the scenes, or at least keep his connection to the Hall of Souls hidden.
He hadn't expected Chu Zhou to call him out directly. If he kept hiding now, he would only make himself a laughingstock and look guilty and cowardly.
"Since you've called upon this emperor to appear, I'll grant your wish!" With a dark expression and a cold laugh, Han Feng flew out as a streak of azure light.
Under countless watching eyes, he flew above Black Seal City and faced Chu Zhou from a distance.
"Chu Zhou, you're merely an Otherworlder. You were fortunate enough to learn a little alchemy, yet