es as Gǔ Yuè's hands turned silver, streaks of silvery light constantly radiating from her palms. Each flash of silver light that fell into the tornado caused it to take on a darker hue as it spun. 。...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. 。 。That was a result of the psychic energy being out of control, causing time distortion. 。Similarly, there are some effects brought by the Ice God Orb that he cannot control. He has not yet been able...