inside his body. He didn't hide anything and told him everything that happened in the Spirit Raising Stage, including how his spirit had already undergone one Spirit Raising, and his own thoughts....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. 。Cave"Ugh..." The Nightmare Demon arched his back, contorting his face as if vomiting. His body flickered between reality and illusion. 。"How could this be..." 。"It turns out sitting in the passenger...