lack, hooded cloak, with a swirling aura of blackness surrounding his form, repelling the gray outside. 。If everything around was despair, then the aura he exuded was that of absolute silence! Silence...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. 。 the blacksmith needs a deep understanding of the laws of heaven and earth, only then can they have the ability to attractIn this aspect, Tang Wulin had an unparalleled advantage. He was the Son of Na...