"It's okay, let's talk outside."
Chen Qiu's expression remained calm as he shifted his gaze from Fat Long and glanced towards the few lines of text carved onto the pillar at the entrance of the Alchemy Hall.
'The second round, beheading the cowardly.'
'Pass this round, and you may become an outer sect disciple of the Chao Tian Sect.'
Inside the Alchemy Hall, it seemed as though it was shrouded in a barrier. The ground was spotless; the moment one stepped through the entrance of the Alchemy Hall, the trial of the second round would officially begin.
Many people had already gone inside, but quite a few had met with failure.
The difficulty seemed to have risen a notch from the first round, unlike the first round's crude illusions, which practically everyone could pass with ease, as the illusions didn't block their memories and everyone knew they were in an illusion, hence they could proceed without hesitation.
