An expo had sparked a huge storm across Allah City.
The news of the mysterious vendor at the expo had already spread across the entire city, and every martial artist and cultivator was aware of it.
In Fran Castle, the headquarters of the Ancestral Witch Alliance in Allah City, the Ancestral Witch Elder Basheli, his face full of wrinkles, called for an emergency meeting with a group of magicians. Basheli was a pinnacle magician, just one step short of enlightenment, and held a revered position within the Ancestral Witch Alliance.
His sharp eyes fixed on Ba Wulan, he asked, "Wulan, what do you think about this matter?"
Ba Wulan said, "If this person can really produce a hundred First Core Pills tomorrow, it means he has the prescription. If we get our hands on that prescription, the prosperity of our Ancestral Witch Alliance is just around the corner!"
