The Alchemy Conference's venue was bustling and prosperous, with all the participants and their respective factions having already entered the arena.
At that moment, on the judges' bench at the venue, an elder in red robes caressed his chin's beard with a smile, his gaze sweeping over the young faces below.
"How nostalgic, we too once participated in such lively conferences, hehe, now that we're all here, it's time for these youngsters to have their own world."
The elder in yellow robes glanced at the red-robed elder and chuckled, "Elder Huo, if I remember correctly, the championship at that year's conference should have belonged to Wu Yu, yet he encountered an accident halfway through, and consequently, the Chairman snatched the victory. Wu Yu has been resentful ever since and vowed to take on an exceptional disciple to surpass the Chairman's grandson. I wonder if, after all these years, he has found such a remarkable candidate."
