Xie Jingshan knew what Jiang Yuebai was like; once she started asking questions, she wouldn't stop.
Xie Jingshan silently mourned for Shi Yuming.
Meanwhile, Lu Nanzhi and Feng Zhuxin were fiercely battling, the arena turned into icy snow and ink rain pouring heavily.
Over on Zhuo Qingfeng and Zhao Benlei's side, sword glints and saber shadows clashed fiercely, spectators exclaimed repeatedly.
On the contrary, Shen Huaxi's area was exceptionally calm, much like Jiang Yuebai's side.
Shen Huaxi and Jiang Ling'er sat cross-legged facing each other, a pile of bottles and jars between them, as they concocted something.
"What are they up to?" Xie Jingshan nudged the person beside him, nodding toward the ring as he asked.
The male cultivator beside him glanced at Xie Jingshan, "The two made an agreement to compete with poison, each concocts a poison for the other to ingest, and whoever neutralizes the opponent's poison first wins."
