her heart, a plan had already formed. 。Warm sunlight streamed through the window, casting a faint golden glow over Tang Wulin on the bed. 。Under the warm embrace, he slowly opened his eyes. 。His eyes...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. 。 understood that he had to delay the seal's activation as much as possible. Otherwise, even with the power his father left him, it would be impossible to completely suppress the destructive thoughts o...