The morning in Longdong City was shrouded in a thin mist, with a faint medicinal fragrance lingering in the air.
Ye Qingzhou stood by the hotel window, gazing at the banners being gradually unfurled over the Alchemical Furnace Plaza in the distance, his brows slightly furrowed.
"Boss, breakfast is ready."
Lan Caidie knocked on the door, and only after receiving Ye Qingzhou's response did she push it open and enter, carrying a tray with a bowl of plain porridge and several small dishes, a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, exuding a fragrant aroma.
"Grandmaster Chen left early this morning, saying he was going to check out the situation at the medical conference site."
Ye Qingzhou nodded slightly upon hearing this, his gaze still fixed in the distance: "This medical conference is unlikely to be peaceful."
