o the air, about to be ripped apart. 。Xu Xiaoyan's Ice Wheel was already too late to rescue, while Gu Yue's body was surrounded by streaks of colorful light, doing something unknown. 。Tang Wulin himse...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。a solid foundation for his future improvement. 。Soul masters typically cultivate in a gradual and step-by-step manner, laying a solid foundation brick by brick to achieve greater heights. 。Just as the...