The person looked at him silently, as if waiting for something, but the determined look in his eyes gradually turned to confusion, and finally, he couldn't help but glance around — the dungeon was quiet. He opened his mouth in disbelief and asked, "Why is no one coming over? How have they not noticed you?"
"Could it be that you also know..."
"No," Fang Hong shook his head, "I don't know."
By the light of the crystal, he saw the wall behind the person was covered in dense writing—some were records of dates, four slashes with one crossing through them, this part filled almost half of the wall. Another part consisted of scrawled small letters and drawings, Fang Hong was curious:
"Are you an Alchemist?"
