"During the previous fight, it was too chaotic to notice."
An Mingji's voice was hoarse, as if something else was affecting it.
"Be more careful next time."
Gu Jin disliked having dirt on him, especially the filth and blood from the members of the Luosha Sect.
An Mingji responded with a sound, not releasing Gu Jin's hand.
The atmosphere between them on stage was ambiguous, while their disciples remained indifferent, watching their noses and putting their minds at ease, seemingly unaware of the strange atmosphere between them.
Until—
Yin Honglin saw the disciples previously sent out return, his terrified expression receding, hiding a hint of excitement.
He glanced at the Luosha Sect disciples on the stage, all of whom were useless and no longer of any use.
Taking a few steps forward, he loudly ordered the disciples beside him, "Clean up the stage, the competition continues!"
Everyone present heard these words clearly.
