A giant stone pillar over ten meters in the vast square collapsed with a single strike.
However, Qing Tong managed to evade immediately without any injury. He looked at Mo Liancheng, "And who are you?" He had never received any information about Mo Liancheng.
"Qing Tong, haven't you always been looking for me? Well, here I am."
Mo Liancheng's handsome face was cool and unmatched in elegance.
Qing Tong raised an eyebrow coldly; another one arrived, and it was someone he was looking for? How many people was he searching for? Not many—one was Qu Tan'er, and the other he was initially looking for was that mysterious Alchemist. He squinted and asked, "Are you the Alchemist with the surname Mo?" Could this be possible? It was undeniable; there was a trace of astonishment and shock in his eyes.
Too young!
So young that he would overlook him on the street.
Someone with such deep alchemical attainment, impossible at such a young age?
