C1258 The Movement of the Broken Copper

"What's going on?" Qiao Jun stared at the blood mist in disbelief, his face contorting as if he'd been slapped twice, a sharp sting accompanying the shock.

At the Alchemist Association, Yan Hai's eyelids gave a violent twitch. The smug look that had just spread across his face was now frozen in place. His eyes narrowed