Fane calmly nodded.
Buck Tooth turned to look at Fane as well. A glint of ridicule flashed across his eyes for a brief moment before he quickly composed himself, not wanting to have any form of conflict with Fane.
At the end of the day, alchemists were revered among warriors, and every warrior had a certain degree of respect for alchemists. They needed alchemists to refine pills, after all.
The white-haired man let out a laugh as he remarked with a teasing lilt in his voice, "You truly do see everything at every given moment. There are soul attribute fighters even among alchemists. I've never seen you before, so it must be your first time here. Do you know the rules of Soul Grotto?"
Fane looked at the white-haired man before he nodded calmly. To this, the white-haired man's lips curled into a meaningful smile.
"You must continue to work hard. Don't be like this guy; he's been doing it for so long but still hasn't gotten a single soul crystal."
The white-haired man had a very natural expression when he said that, but Fane could tell that the white-haired man was trying to test himself. At times, Fane felt really helpless. He did not want to interact with
such people, but they could somehow worm their way into his life.
Fane sighed as he said in exasperation, "Since I'm here, I naturally have the confidence to break the soul crystal. Thank you for your reminder."
Those words were clear enough. The white-haired man could not help but raise an eyebrow. He had not expected that Fane would be smart enough to immediately understand what he was trying to ask.
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