However, Igarashi Usen was even more frustrated than Xia Xi.
That was because he had still failed to win his fifth sparring match.
After Xia Xi and Shinjuro, the Mist Pillar's final opponent was the blind monk.
By unspoken agreement, neither side used Total Concentration, fighting only in their normal states.
Even so, Himejima's Meteor Hammer still kept Igarashi constantly dodging.
He had tried attacking head-on, but three blows from the hammer had nearly defeated him.
Li Qiulei pursed her lips and said those words. Anyone would have found it strange, considering she had deceived them earlier.
She herself could not say whether this was joy and happiness, or hurt and sorrow. A little later, she slowly calmed down, wiped away her tears, and quietly returned to the classroom.
Xu Chenggong looked around with some concern. Faint moonlight shone on the ground, and with no one passing by, the surroundings seemed rather eerie.
Just then, the big white cat jumped out of the back seat, crouched beside Liu Mengtian's feet, and meowed at Xu Chenggong.
Yao Ze inwardly lamented his plight. Reaching back, he grabbed two handfuls of petals and tore off the yellow stamens along with them. With a bang, his body shot straight into the air like a massive rock from beyond the heavens.
Officers stood guard, and many commoners had gathered outside Nongyao Hall. None of the patients who had come for treatment dared enter.
Although Fu Liguo grumbled like this inwardly, he had never revealed to anyone that he missed his son, not even his wife, Lu Chunji. His wife was not the only one who knew his temperament well; Ying Zhiming understood it very well too.
So Zhu Caishang assigned people to prepare the venue and decorate it in strict accordance with the ancients' requirements,