Xiao Yan was extremely nervous.
He had originally planned to make some money from the Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid refined by Yao Lao, his master alchemist of a teacher. Everything had gone smoothly at first: he had successfully reached the Mittel Auction House, and its alchemist, Gu Ni, had acknowledged that the liquid rivaled a second-tier pill.
But he had never expected this.
Just as he was about to leave the auction house, he had run into several people of unknown origins.
Even without releasing any aura, those people had stirred a trace of fear in Xiao Yan.
That young magical beast was even more extraordinary. It could actually sense the Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid.
And the instant those people appeared, his teacher, who had always seemed so mysterious and unfathomable, had fallen completely silent.
Yao Lao was a major figure!
If even he dared not speak in the presence of those people, they must have some formidable backgrounds.
Had Xiao Yan not reacted quickly and imitated his teacher's manner of speaking, he would have given himself away.
"Teacher?! Teacher?!"
Hearing no response from Yao Lao, Xiao Yan grew nervous and called out several more times.
"Stop shouting. I heard you!"
Suddenly, an aged voice rang out in Xiao Yan's mind.
"Phew! Teacher, you finally spoke. You really gave me a fright just now. What happened?" Only then did Xiao Yan let out a deep breath. He could not help asking, "Teacher, who were those people? You seemed afraid of them."
"And wasn't that young magical beast a little too powerful? It could even sense my Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid!"
Even with his current meager strength, Xiao Yan could tell that those people were anything but ordinary. Yao Lao had fallen silent the very instant they appeared.
"Afraid of them?