n the round-robin tournament, and even prepared to use his Blood Soul Fusion Skill during the round-robin tournament. 。However, he didn't encounter the imagined opponent. With his level and skill as a...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. 。nt every day either cultivating or meditating. Though he held the rank of a major general, in reality, he didn't have even one soldier under his command. 。All ranks are merely nominal. 。But whenever...