n the depths of his eyes, a faint glimmer of gold flashed. He moved sideways and swung his arm again, just like before. A surge of heat flowed through his spine once more. The roar of the forging hamm...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. 。ters participating in this exchange event. 。And they naturally represented the academies. 。From previous encounters, Tang Wulin could sense that while the students of Star Luo Royal Academy were formi...