The Four Seas Refining Shop was packed to capacity.
All the cultivators deliberately maintained a two-meter distance from one another. The details concerning the upcoming Alchemy Competition had long spread secretly.
Whoosh.
A sharp sound pierced the air.
At the staircase leading to the top level of the Four Seas Refining Shop, a chain suddenly shot out, flashing towards a certain location with blinding speed.
A toolsmith cultivator stared in disbelief at the chain piercing through his chest.
"You…"
His entire body weakened, and the melting furnace within him had already been shattered by the strike. The surrounding cultivators watched the gory scene indifferently, their expressions cold as ice.
The toolsmith wanted to say something, but his consciousness slipped into an endless darkness.
A fissure cracked open at the back of his skull, as if something was trying to crawl out. Yet, before that could happen, his body was swiftly dragged away by the chain.
