t!"As he said this, he picked up his Soul Guidance Communicator, straightened his posture, and dialed a number 。"Dean, hello" 。That's how it is, I have an idea. 。After a semester of training, we poure...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. 。a war that should never have happened, and the extinction of the divine beast lineage and the dragon clan. 。Before his death, he threw out the Dragon Clan's saber, carrying with him his last memories...