Fang Tianzhou's words had barely dropped when the atmosphere on the square suddenly tensed significantly.
Everyone looked toward the open ground, their gazes sweeping over the group of Inheritance Disciples. They were all curious—who exactly was this Mo Wangchen who had recently caused such a stir?
"The day marks the great Alchemy competition of our Pill Sect. If there's anything, Daoist Fellow Fang might as well wait until after the competition ends to inquire further," said Lin Xuantian with a slight frown. Clearly, he was somewhat displeased with Fang Tianzhou's sudden mention of the matter.
