ecame ragged, his lungs feeling like they were burning. The iron armor he wore felt several times heavier than before. He didn't even have the energy to regret the things he had said to the dance mast...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. 。 。I will let go of everything, since the flaws have already become cracks. Then, let us together accept this crack. 。Perhaps, everything would be different. 。The silvery figures overlapped, Na'er an...