"Of course it's suitable to say it out here!"
The old man from the Sky Cauldron Pavilion spoke with a calm face. He then coughed dryly and changed the topic. "However, if we were to have this kind of conversation between alchemists here, the people below the stage would not understand. Moreover, the few of you who had just refined the medicinal pills had exhausted your mind. What is it that you cannot talk about later?
It's better not to stand here. Let's go to the Sky Cauldron Pavilion and have a seat. Our Sky Cauldron Pavilion will serve you a pot of Icy Spiritual Juice to relieve your physical and mental fatigue. It's not too late to have a conversation after that!"
With a smile on his face, he seemed to be completely considerate of Michael, Jericho, and the others.
"Sure! We're in no hurry. Let's go inside and talk." Michael smiled indifferently.