Wen Zhiyun smiled sweetly.
A moment later, they arrived at the Alchemy Hall.
The couple walked into the meeting room unhurriedly and sat down at the back, quietly waiting for the meeting to begin.
Not long after, the new elder of the Alchemy Hall arrived.
The other party did not make too many opening remarks and quickly summarized the main point of the meeting.
Just as Chen An had thought.
This meeting was to assign alchemy missions to everyone in the Alchemy Hall. They had to be prepared for the war between the two sects that could erupt at any time.
Depending on the level, the number of missions each Alchemist received was different.
For example, Chen An, who was a deacon, and Wen Zhiyun, who was an apprentice, had more than a hundred times less missions.
About a quarter of an hour later.
The meeting was over.
