e are, but what's it to you" Sima Xian's eyes flashed with a cold light. 。Two minutes later 。"Sure enough, there are quite a few. They all belong to me." 。A bald man had one foot on Sima Xian's back....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. 。aura changed drastically. He still looked like himself, but his presence instantly became awe-inspiring, filled with an imposing grandeur. 。...to the extent that even the chill in the air was squeeze...