"So it was here!" the old man laughed.
The other Golden Immortals laughed too, and twelve of them instantly accelerated to chase after it, catching up in the blink of an eye and surrounding the Eight Trigrams Furnace from twelve different directions.
"Tsk tsk, it's actually an Alchemy Furnace." Shi'er said with surprise tinged with a hint of joy.
"Twelve, although you are an Alchemist, according to the rules, whoever catches it, gets it. Don't even think about jumping the queue," the withered old man said.
Shi'er snorted coldly, "Qi, I don't need your reminder."
In the midst of their conversation, Shi'er already rushed forward, but someone was even faster— it was the fatty who ranked first!
The fat man appeared instantly beside the Eight Trigrams Furnace, grabbed it with one hand, and laughed heartily, "Mine!"
Pfft!
The fat man's laughter hadn't ended when the Eight Trigrams Furnace in his hand turned to flying ash.
