The night passed without incident. In the blink of an eye, the warm sun slowly rose amidst the clamor of Central City. Although the tremors from the previous night lingered, most Martial Artists in Central City had shifted their focus from the White Tiger Race to the Medicine Hall. Today was the Demon Race's Pill Emperor competition, a grand event for Alchemists held once every five years.
By the crack of dawn, the square outside the Medicine Hall was already packed with people. Martial Artists had gathered early, eagerly awaiting the start of the Pill Emperor competition. Meanwhile, Shen Haoran and Feng Li had also left their lodgings and were making their way toward the Medicine Hall.
