The old man's voice sounded a little familiar, but perhaps it was because they hadn't heard it in recent years that they didn't recognize the old man at first. But decades ago, these middle-aged members of the ancient martial clans had heard this voice very often...

“Wait a second. Why does it sound Like..." one of the middle-aged guests started to whisper.

“What did you say? Whose voice is that?" a young man next to the middle-aged man asked curiously.

“Shut up and Let me think!" the middle-aged man snapped, covering the young man's mouth.

“Oh, my!"

“I... I remember that voice, but... How is this possible!" Gradually, more and more people recognized the familiar voice. It belonged to a legend that they'd looked up to since time immemorial! But how on earth could Maria be in contact with him?

“Excuse me, Miss Jenkins, are you talking to Mr. Gregory?" Finally, someone in the audience plucked up the courage to ask Maria in a trembling voice.

“Wait a sec, Goodwin," Hearing the question, Maria began to tap something on her phone.

The hostess, who was standing next to her, was pale as a ghost. The hostess was actually a low-ranking member of the Pill Alchemist Association. The only reason why she had been chosen to host the party was simply because she was good at singing and dancing. So she actually recognized the old man's face on the screen at first glance. It was the legendary eighth-grade pill alchemist, Mr. Goodwin Gregory!

All of a sudden, Maria turned to face the flabbergasted hostess and said, "I might need to hack into the event's operating system. Would that be a problem?"

“What do you mean?" The beautiful hostess looked at her in utter confusion. Hack the operating system? What was that supposed to mean?

The hostess was no computer expert, so she had no idea what Maria was going to do next. But as Maria tapped furiously onto her phone, it didn't take long before the hostess and the guests understood what Maria was up to.

Behind the stage was a huge LED screen that was supposed to project the details of the auction items to the audience. But at this moment, thanks to the customized mobile phone developed by Heaven, Maria easily hacked into the event's operating system.

The next second, the video call was directly projected onto the huge LED screen behind her. Everyone present finally saw the face of whoever was on the other end of the Line.

“Mr. Gregory!"

“Is this for real? Is that seriously Mr. Gregory on the phone?”

“Unbelievable! Is Mr. Gregory back in business?"

The guests were in uproar. Goodwin, on the other hand, seemed quite displeased with the crowd. They were so noisy that they interrupted his conversation with Maria, which pissed him off.

“Shut up! You're all so annoying!" Goodwin growled at the crowd angrily on the LED screen.

Being scolded like this, those elder representatives of the ancient martial clans recalled the time when the Pill Alchemist Association was run by Goodwin. Back then, he always scolded them.

Goodwin was like both a teacher and a father to them. Admiration and fear immediately surged in the hearts of those who were in their forties.

“Can't you see that I'm talking to Maria right now? If anyone dares to say one more word, I'll teach you a lesson myself. Clear?"

Following that, silence enveloped the hall.

The hostess didn't dare to say a word more. She subtly turned off her microphone and tried her best to make it appear like she was calm and unperturbed. Although she kept still and faced forward, she couldn't help but observe the reactions of others out of the corner of her eyes.