ich, we were also lucky. 。>> 。Though her forging abilities couldn't compare to those of the masters, she had a Saint-Forge level father after all. From childhood to adulthood, she had been immersed in...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. 。 like steel needles. 。Meanwhile 。A surge of intense, dark gold light erupted from within him, forcing Zheng Yiran's attacks to be deflected and unable to land directly on him. 。However, compared to Z...