How could he not know what the Inkwing Golden Lion was thinking?
Ignoring the clamoring Black Winged Golden Lion, Jun Wushuang looked at Jun Lin and said, "As you can see, I have some matters to attend to, so I will be leaving now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Wushuang led the Black-Winged Golden Lion away into the distance.
Junlin then went to Errou's side, who was selecting food.
"Brother-in-law, you're here! This fruit is delicious."
As soon as Errou saw Junlin approaching, she immediately offered him the unknown spiritual fruit in her hand.
"Um."
Jun Lin smiled slightly and accepted the spiritual fruit handed to him by Er Rou.
Errou was in high spirits, or rather, she was a glutton, and time passed by as she savored the delicious food.
Until dawn the next day.
The venue for the martial arts tournament was already prepared, and the rules of the competition were very simple.
Defend your title!
There aren't that many complicated rules; the one who stands until the end is the winner.
Although it may not be entirely fair, the martial arts tournament is meant to be a stage for the younger generation to showcase their abilities.
The prizes are just icing on the cake; most people who come here don't lack those things.
Junlin brought Eryan and Errou to this place.
What came into view were ten enormous circular platforms, surrounded by array formations and guarded by experts at the Supreme Realm.
"Brother Luo."
Jun Wushuang walked over and greeted Jun Lin.
Junlin nodded, but not seeing the black-winged golden lion, he couldn't help but wonder, "Where's that lion?"
Upon hearing this, Jun Wushuang's lips twitched. "Playing with puppets."
"..."
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