On the Korean side were four middle-aged and elderly people, along with seven young men and women.
Six men and one woman.
A quick glance showed that they all wore light makeup.
Even the men wore makeup, and their noses were unusually small and high.
No matter how he looked at them, they seemed unnatural. They had definitely gone under the knife...
Zhang Yuchen spoke up and asked:
"Pan Ling, are the auras around them strong?"
Pan Ling narrowed her eyes and shook her head slightly.
"I can't tell! They should be using some kind of curse or talisman on themselves."
Hearing Pan Ling say that, we all nodded.
So they had used a few tricks as well.
Master said indifferently:
"It makes no difference whether we can see it or not. Their spiritual vein is merely a branch of a branch from Changbai Mountain's spiritual vein, and there are also problems with their cultivation.
"They cultivate shamanism, spirit arts, Buddhism, Daoism, ghost arts, and more, yet they haven't mastered a single one and still want to cultivate them all at once.
"There have indeed been talented youngsters over there.
"But within their framework, no amount of talent will amount to anything.
"They couldn't make it work in the past, and now that they've developed to this point, it's an even bigger mess."
Master seemed to hold them in utter contempt. He did not take them seriously at all and was even yawning, looking like he was about to fall asleep.
At the same time, Bai Tianshan did not waste any words and walked directly onto the arena.
He said to an older man on the Korean side:
"Kim Dehuan, shall we begin?"
The old man called Kim Dehuan stood up at once and took out a bottle the size