At the moment, Lin Dong left Southern Sea Bank's auction with Qin Yitian and Hong Lian, heading towards the Alchemy League Headquarters Medicine King Hall.
After walking a certain distance, Lin Dong discovered that a certain presence was secretly observing him.
He could sense that the presence belonged to a ninth-level grandmaster.
And it felt somewhat familiar.
The owner of the presence was precisely the mysterious black-robed man who competed with Lin Dong for the Drought-Maiden Horn at the auction earlier.
He was observing Lin Dong from the shadows.
However, Lin Dong did not sense any killing intent from him.
Obviously, on the grounds of the Alchemy League, he did not dare act recklessly.
He wouldn't dare to outright kill and rob here.
"If he dared to kill and rob here, he would certainly face a siege by the Alchemy League."
"Even though he possesses the strength of a ninth-segment grandmaster, if he were to face the league's siege, he would likely meet a grim fate."
