"You've sent someone to retrieve the forgotten soul?" Cheng Xuan asked curiously.
Ning haolan turned around and smiled faintly. Then, he stood up and walked towards the arena.
"Hey!" Cheng Xuan was about to call out to ning haolan, but after a second thought, he stood up and headed straight for the ring.
At this moment, third elder, who was in a dilemma and had a headache, felt his head throb when he saw ning haolan.
"Young master! What are you doing here?" The third elder asked, forcing himself to remain calm.
"Third elder, I've been here since the start of the competition." Ning haolan said with a faint smile. It was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.
After he finished speaking with third elder, he bent down to check on Ning Shan's injuries. Then, he stood up and said,""It's really soul-forgetting,"
