This man was none other than Wyatt Chance, the president of the Central Alchemist Guild. It was said that Wyatt's alchemy skills had attained the level of a Senior Supreme Alchemist.
"President Chance, it was reported to be fixed earlier, but there seems to be a malfunction now, and quite a few people got injured," someone said.
Upon seeing the president personally coming to inquire, Kellan was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe, his forehead breaking out in a cold sweat.
"This Teleportation Array hasn't had any issues for a thousand years, so why would it suddenly malfunction during this Alchemist Fair?" Wyatt asked with a slight frown.
"President Chance, are you suspecting that someone has tampered with the Teleportation Array?"
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