Ande Ulriel listened to the other party's words and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh: "...your young people over there? Could they be contestants?"
He shook his head: "...Hmph, Copper Nose, you old thing, you're just as sly as ever. Since you're no match for me in chess, you're trying to find other ways to save face?"
A deep growling sound immediately came from within the crystal.
That nasal voice shouted hoarsely: "Never mind who I brought in, Old Blacksmith, I'm the Chairman of the Alchemist Alliance, and my students are spread all over the world. Unlike you, who can't even find a successor, you can't use that to limit my students, can you?"
"Who can't find a successor?" Ande Ulriel was taken aback for a moment, his face sinking. As the saying goes, don't hit someone in the face; was it his fault he hadn't found a student over the years? It was not for his lack of trying but rather the poor quality of those candidates.