eared with them. 。Just as Tang Wulin was about to get up, a beam of dark purple light shot out from the portal. 。 For a moment, Tang Wulin only felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness and isolation...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. 。 suit with no ornate decorations, but it was very complete. 。It is entirely presented in a brilliant silver color, from the helmet to the shoulder armor, chest armor, wings, and skirt. All the accesso...