Chapter 983

From a distance, Andrew could see that the Pill Pavilion's main hall was packed with people. Over a dozen young cultivators sat together, seemingly waiting for something. At the front of the gathering, a middle-aged man sat with an air of authority. His robes bore the emblem of a third-tier alchemist, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the martial master realm. As Andrew approached, a disciple was about to shut the door. Without hesitation, he called out, "Hold on." Though his voice wasn't loud, it carried clearly through the room. Heads turned as people looked toward him. When they noticed the alchemist robes he wore, their expressions shifted to respect and admiration. The disciple at the door paused briefly before offering a slight bow. "Are you here for the lecture as well? The doors are about to close, please come in quickly." Hearing this, Andrew was a bit surprised. So this was a lesson, and all these people had gathered to attend it. Nodding, he st