The morning sun rose, full of vigor.
It was a fine day. The heavens seemed to agree, for the sky was a pure, cloudless azure that inspired a sense of tranquility.
For a December prone to sudden, heavy snowfalls, it was a rare, clear day.
But within the Liu Family residence, none of this wonderful atmosphere could be felt.
On the contrary, the air was thick with killing intent.
The Liu Family's Main Hall.
The atmosphere was frozen solid.
Alchemy Masters were ushered into the hall one after another. Given their status, they were all qualified for seats of honor, arranged in two rows.
At the head of the hall, in the primary seats of honor, sat two elderly men.
Liu Yuanlong and Tan Jinglin.
Only they possessed the standing to occupy the highest seats and look down upon the gathered experts.
In addition, many members of the Liu Family were also gathered in the hall.
