ng's lips buzzed for a moment, and Tang Wulin standing beside him vaguely made out that Coach Wu seemed to have uttered an unpleasant word...At this time, the teaching director, Long Hengxu, walked on...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. 。nto a brilliant gold. The two soul rings interweaved and shimmered, rhythmically dancing around him. 。Tang Wulin's bones creaked and popped, his body growing several centimeters taller. 。The Qi and bl...