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After a long time, Zhu Lin finally found his divine sense. He took a deep breath and ordered Zhu Hui, “Retreat and let Your Excellency Beiting Huang leave first!”

Everyone was at a loss, and it took Zhu Hui a long time to come back to his senses. He mechanically obeyed the order and pulled the carriage back to make room for Beiting Huang’s carriage to leave first.

The carriage slowly went up the road to the city square. When the two carriages were the closest, Beiting Huang was only half a foot away from Zhu Lin. Beiting Huang smiled, and a divine light flashed across her eyes. “Your Excellency Zhu Lin, our real battlefield is at the Alchemy Conference!”

Facing Beiting Huang, for some reason, Zhu Lin felt an urge to give it a try. A second ago, he was still afraid of Beiting Huang’s reputation from 10,000 years ago. However, at this moment, facing Beiting Huang’s provocation, he thought of the magic weapon in his hand and his own strength. He was full of confidence. “That’s right. Our real battlefield is at the Alchemy Conference!”

With Zhu Lin’s concession, the rest of the journey was very smooth. Seeing Beiting Huang’s carriage approaching, the people on the road dodged to the side and waited for the carriage to pass.

The city square was in front of the City Lord’s Mansion. It was a huge circular square with layers of stairs leading down. In the middle stood a statue of the Judgement God. The Judgement God held the Judgement Scepter in his hand. The stairs were very high. The statue was far higher than the ground, so everyone could see it from afar.

If she hadn’t met Ming Hong before, Beiting Huang would probably have imagined that the Judgement God was based on the Creation God and the Spirit God. However, after meeting Ming Hong, Beiting Huang understood that this so-called Judgement God was the Great Sovereign of the Spirit God Race. He had used it to collect the power of faith and made himself into a so-called god.

Frowning imperceptibly, Beiting Huang had already made up her mind when she got out of the carriage.

Many people had already arrived before Beiting Huang. The Alchemist Union and the City Lord’s Mansion of Danska City had organized a large team to maintain order on the spot and welcome the alchemists who had come to participate in the competition.

In this Alchemy Conference, all the participating alchemists were limited to the age of 30 years old. Before entering the arena, they still had to test their age.

Mo Li personally brought Beiting Huang here. Just as he was about to take her to the passageway to the venue, he saw a person rushing over like a gust of wind. He was wearing a dirty long robe with an indistinguishable color. There was a golden alchemist badge on his chest. He was a fourth-grade alchemist. His hair was messy and there was a chopstick in his hair. He had lost too much hair and his chopstick was on the verge of falling off.

This person rushed to Beiting Huang and suddenly pulled back the hair covering his face. Who else could it be but Ai Lan?

Before Beiting Huang could react, this fellow knelt down in front of her and cried. Tears and snot flew everywhere. “Teacher, you can’t do this. I didn’t do anything wrong. How can you abandon me so casually? It’s not my fault that I can’t refine the Spirit Breaking Pill. I refine it every day and have blown up countless furnaces. I’ve already done my best! Teacher, you can’t abandon me…”

What the f*ck! What’s going on?

Even without the elemental energy, a Spiritual Grandmaster like him was still full of energy. The entire Alchemy Conference fell silent. Everyone turned to look at him. It was horrifying enough for an old man to kneel and kowtow to a 14- or 15-year-old boy. He even called him “teacher” in a resentful tone, which made everyone break out in a cold sweat.