"Alright, I believe you." Ye Zang did not distrust Yao Yi; he wanted to know how Yao Yi had learned of it, since the trust between them was very high.
The outcome was clear. A few minutes later, Pang Zhongguang slowly regained consciousness, but he could not speak because his lower back was injured and the pain was unbearable. On top of that, he had fallen hard on the back of his head and might have suffered a concussion. Pang Zhongguang's mental state was poor as well.
These two were both deeply calculating people. Not only were they not old acquaintances of Qingyang Xianjun, they were mortal enemies who had fought countless times.
"Why hasn't the exam started yet?" a man complained. Once someone took the lead, complaints soon filled the classroom.
She knew Li'er had long since stopped loving, and she understood his nature all too well. He had never been willing to owe anyone anything. Back then, after Qing Wu's death, he had taken all the blame upon himself. He had even been ruthless enough to gouge out Gong Qianzhu's eyes with his own hands. Precisely because of that, he felt indebted to her and wanted to do everything he could to make up for it.
"It's too far away." Ye Meng shook his head. He had absolutely no concept of time measured in hundreds of millions.
Another old Daoist walked out from the void. The instant he appeared, the expressions of the surrounding Qi Refiners changed drastically. They no longer cared about the Xiantian Spiritual Energy and retreated even farther away, yet none of them left.
There was also a backup plan on the Eastward Ramen side: the remaining Four Heavenly Kings. They were waiting on the outskirts, ready to act as reinforcements at any moment.
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