"This probably took a hundred yards of soil, huh? Tsk tsk, having soil to burn!"
The failure of Tang Yingxin to rise in the rankings instantly made him the laughing stock of everyone; he fell from the 150th place, thinking he could seize the 188th rank, but ended up being utterly defeated!
The colorful light faded, and He Qing returned to human form, walking down from the battle platform.
Everyone watched her, making way for her with deep respect.
He Qing didn't even glance at Tang Yingxin, who lay lifeless on the ground, instead, she immediately searched the crowd for Xiang Beifei's figure.
This little rascal, is he convinced now?
Time to fulfill that promise!
Xiang Beifei was sitting there, yawning out of boredom when suddenly a hostile aura locked onto him. He found He Qing had come over, grabbed his arm, and with a twist, led him out of the crowd, returning to a pavilion prepared for her at the Dao Palace.
"Take it easy, why so rough." Xiang Beifei shook his hand.
