Under the stage, Qingchen's old eyes twinkled and stared at Mo ran, who was making all his efforts to make alchemy. In his heart, the waves rolled like a storm coming to the sea.

"Dan Yi." Qingchen silently recited the two words that he had never realized in his life. For a while, he forgot that it was the battle of fighting against the pill related to his hall leader's status. In his mind, it seemed that tens of thousands of people in the square had disappeared, and the only thing left in his eyes was the young Yingting who was absorbed in the platform.

"teacher. Are you the one...