"Junior Brother, why aren't you drinking?" Ai Miaomiao turned around and saw Zhao Xing still holding the bottle. "This is good stuff, Master usually rations it."
Zhao Xing looked towards Wei Lan, and Ai Miaomiao smiled, "Don't worry about him, there was a problem earlier, now he needs to drink the 'vine juice' in a hurry."
In a hurry for what, rushing to his death?
Zhao Xing grumbled to himself but still pinched his nose and drank it.
Once the liquid went down his throat, it was unexpectedly tasty.
Zhao Xing felt his spirits become more lively.
As he put down the bottle, he heard Ai Miaomiao shouting from behind:
"Junior Brother, come quickly, Du Yun and You Beixuan are entering the arena."
...
Primordial Dojo, an independent dueling space.
In the skies above the vast sea, two figures appeared on the surface of the sea.
"General You!"
"General You!"
"..."
In the dueling space, countless cheers came from all directions.
