melee attack soul master, she preferred straightforward combat. At this moment, she would rather engage in a direct confrontation with Tang Wulin than be bogged down in this quagmire-like battlefield...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. 。power of the Tang Sect, it's impossible to confirm the situation in a small world. 。That is a complete change in the realm of time and space. 。To be able to utilize the small world is already a remar...