It's an Alchemist from Elfendo—Fang Hong had seen such a scene just a few days ago. His gaze followed the direction of the lights and realized that direction should be the Port District.
What happened?
Fang Hong was startled.
"Someone's leaving the VIP box," Dill, who always observed closely, suddenly whispered, "and quite a number of people too."
Fang Hong looked in that direction and indeed saw many people coming out of the boxes, hurrying towards the Elfendo Spire. Judging by their outfits, most were bigwigs of the Southern Alchemists Alliance.
Among them were a couple of Grand Artificers in their gray-red coats, and the others were at least senior craftsmen.
But except for them, the attention of the people in the square was drawn to the lights in the sky, and no one noticed the details over by the stands. The competitors in the arena, of course, were even more focused on their match, completely unaware of the changes outside.
