2263 Guantlet

What had happened just now was so inconceivable that many couldn't even react this time.

This place was a bazaar of alchemists, and also had great centers for entertainment and competition. However, it had always been a place of exceptional quiet. Even when conversing amongst themselves, friends and even rivals would either lower their voices should they be okay with others hearing their words, or make use of sound barriers so as not to disturb others.

This was a high-class society of alchemists. Those who could set foot here were already the cream of the cream of the crop. All they cared about aside from their crowd was their elegant demeanor and their face.

When had they ever seen such a scene? A man so brazenly yelling at the top of his lungs, all while standing before the most sacred Steles of their Pill Sword Mountain, at that. It was simply inconceivable.