C180 The Severing of the Finger

The tension in the room was palpable.

In the alchemy chamber, four individuals stood at odds, split into two factions. Jing Chong, despite having the numerical upper hand, wasn't faring well in this standoff.

He slowly shifted his gaze away from Nie Haiyuan, his demeanor cooling considerably. His face became so icy, it seemed it might crack. With a steely look, he glared silently.

"Qiu Zhiyuan