Shen Yue, it's me" 。"There's something I need to tell you about Xing'er..."Mingdu Garrison, HeadquartersAfter hanging up the phone, Shen Yue's face looked a little grim. 。In fact, she had noticed a lo...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. 。. 。If Zhenhua's soul forging was earth-shattering, then Tang Wulin's soul forging was like the gentle nourishing of water. There was no excessive grandeur, but it steadily improved the metal itself, s...