famous at a young age, but he was not arrogant. He worked hard and diligently, starting as the president of a small city's blacksmith association. Step by step, he reached the pinnacle and eventually...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. 。 exited the cave. 。Long Yuxue and Jiang Wuyue looked at the two people leaving, and they couldn't help but look at each other, not knowing what to say. 。Just now's scene has exceeded their comprehen...