cording to him, he was considered a genius-level existence. Later on, for whatever reason, he came to this place.Could such a haughty gaze, like something perched atop its head, actually apologize to...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. 。sparks. 。The mere sound itself was terrifying. 。Then it quickly pulled back up, striking again with a resounding clang— Please vote and recommend! 。The total number of words in the text is 420. The...