surprised. 。As the dean of the outer courtyard, Cai Lao doesn't actually manage things on a daily basis. At her level, she spends more time cultivating. 。As a soul master, even if one enters the Titl...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. 。an old man with a face as white as a silver basin and a tall stature. 。Feng Wuyou was also there, sitting opposite Chi Long Dou Luo Zhuo Shi. 。Cai Lao then sat at the lower position of Feng Wu Yu. 。An...