The Secret Faction, which was previously chatting noisily, suddenly fell silent.
It's not that they remained calm in the face of danger but rather were enveloped in great confusion, momentarily unsure of what expression to make.
After all, this wasn't just some squire's manor but Fraser Fortress, which had choked the throat of the Northern County for decades.
After the initial bewilderment, a High Priest of the Ruo'an Faction couldn't help but quietly ask a Shadow Council elder beside him: "Do you remember a spell that descended from the sky?"
"Meteor Spell? But that witch died two hundred years ago."
"Is this the spring gun you mentioned? Its power is far greater than what you described." Remembering the thin spring guns home-made by their own people, Solan couldn't help but feel ashamed and annoyed. How dare these alchemists use a miniature version to fool her; do they think she won't dare to kill?
