Chương 352: Muddy Waters

Alchemist Association.

An old man with white hair like a waterfall and a white goatee, dressed in a long gray robe, sat on the armchair. He held a cup of fragrant tea in one hand, savoring it slowly. He looked at the red carp in the pond outside the house, feeling very satisfied.

Hurried footsteps sounded, but the old man didn't care. He continued to enjoy the tea and fish, enjoying himself.

"Elder! My men said that they saw flames soaring into the sky in the suburbs, and there were fierce sounds of fighting. I think this must be Lin Bai's group. Should we send someone?!"

A square-faced, well-built middle-aged man knelt on one knee not far from the old man, and his voice was sonorous and powerful.

The old man didn't even look at him from the beginning to the end. Not only did the middle-aged man not mind, but he was already used to the old man's attitude.

"No need." The old man's tone was light, but there was an unquestionable tone.