Bai Xiuxiu and Lan Fozi

After the tournament schedule was announced, Nan Fusheng walked out of Ming City Grand Stadium. Suddenly, his heart stirred. He instinctively lowered his shoulder and shifted half a step to the side.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort carrying biting chill came from behind him. Though he avoided a direct collision, a hand still accurately seized his shoulder. That palm seemed to contain a strange suction force, dragging him back with irresistible strength.

Nan Fusheng steadied himself. Without even turning around, he had already identified the visitor from that familiar aura and the distinctive spiritual fluctuations of the Spirit Domain Realm.

"Is there something you need?" He turned around, unable to hide the helplessness in his voice.

Lan Fozi stared at him coldly. "You should be glad you weren't grouped with me. Otherwise, I would've beaten you so badly your mother wouldn't recognize you."

Nan Fusheng's face darkened abruptly, as though covered by a layer of frost. He slapped her hand away, sending Lan Fozi stumbling half a step back, then said in a low voice, "If you only came to threaten me, then get lost."

"But let me warn you—" He stepped forward, and the air around him seemed to freeze. "Threaten me if you want, but if you dare bring up my mother again, I'll let you experience what it feels like to be beaten until your own mother can't recognize you."

Although the mother named Lan Yuxi had long become nothing more than a vague symbol to him, unable to stir even the slightest emotional ripple in his heart, in the eyes of outsiders, he had always been the model of filial devotion.

Lan Fozi froze for a moment. Her spiritual cultivation had already reached the Spirit Domain Realm, allowing her to clearly sense the sudden surge of hostility