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This is an attic. People coming in and out are all young alchemists, and most of them are independent practitioners.
As soon as Frank Yale walked in, he saw a stone table placed in the middle of the attic. On the other side of the stone table sat a gray-haired old man, who was probably the elder who arranged the registration for Dancheng.
Without thinking too much, Frank Yale walked over slowly.
However, when he arrived in front of the stone table, the gray-haired old man did...