l suppressed, their bodies stiff, and their soul power circulation hampered. 。The two couldn't help but be startled. This young man, who didn't look to be more than twenty-eight or nine years old, pos...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. 。。Behind it grew a pair of white wings. These wings were unlike the holy angel wings Tang Wulin had seen before. They were not feathered, but rather white fur with black markings on them. 。This person...