ntelligence was clearly beyond the century-old Unicorn. With a swipe of its right paw, it plucked a sapling from the ground and hurled it straight at Tang Wulin in mid-air. 。The silver hammer had alre...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. 。ked how long it would take to arrive, and at intervals, they were given some food to eat. 。Tang Wulin was the most miserable one, because he couldn't eat enough... Being unable to eat enough directly...