Lucas Armstrong was a Nascent Soul Stage expert, and now he looked at Peter Brown standing before him. He did not expect Peter to come at this point.
"Peter, you're back?"
Lucas asked, puzzled.
At such a critical moment, according to his thinking, Peter would absolutely not return. He should have hidden himself somewhere by now.
"Greetings, Elder Armstrong."
Waving his hand, Lucas said: "State or no state doesn't matter now, don't refer to me like that, just call me Lucas, sigh!"
Despite what was said, Peter knew in his heart that the place was still under the charge of Lucas and the other elders.
He invited Peter to sit down, and Lucas still clearly held Peter in high regard. He sighed: "You must know some of our country's affairs by now?"
"I have heard some."
"Those with some ability have already left, not many remain."
"Lucas, why haven't you left yet?" Peter was somewhat puzzled.
"I presume any power needs an Alchemist, and I am a Nascent Soul Stage Alchemist!"
