"It's definitely not you."
"Why?" Xu Nan asked with interest.
Horford said seriously, "
"I've read all the articles written by that anonymous person."
objectively speaking, you shouldn't be able to write such a profound academic article with your alchemy level.
..
The hall of dusk was packed with people.
Even though Xu Nan had some estimations in his heart, he was still a little shocked when he saw this lively scene with his own eyes.
"There are so many alchemists in stefnsan ..."
with the enthusiasm of these alchemists and the determination to defend their own beliefs, if that anonymous person dares to show up, he will probably be drowned in spittle, right? "
Moving through the crowd with great difficulty, Xu Nan silently sighed in his heart.
In the middle of the twilight Hall was a rather wide platform, on which hundreds of candles were lit.
A furry, fiery-red spiritual monster was dancing on the candle.
