The furious roar sounded like a thunderclap, instantly shocking the entire scene.
It made everyone's scalp tingle and vital energy boil.
A figure appeared, darting like lightning.
It was none other than Xu Wendong's master, Han Hexiang, the Hall Master of the Alchemy Hall.
Han Hexiang was dressed in a dark purple robe, embroidered with mysterious golden patterns that shimmered faintly in the sunlight.
The golden patterns seemed like ancient runes, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.
At his waist was a black belt, inlaid with a dazzling gem that emitted a faint glow, seemingly containing endless power.
He wore black boots, intricately patterned, and every step he took seemed to carry overwhelming weight.
His hair was tied high, revealing a resolute and aged face.
His eyes were deep and sharp, as if they could see through all things in the world.
His brows carried a sense of authority that dared not be confronted.
