Seeing that Beiting Huang's gaze had been on Mo Li and that the two of them had entered the venue together, Zhu Lin felt unhappy for some reason. It had always been rare for anything to catch his eye, but at this moment, Zhu Lin hoped that Beiting Huang's gaze would fall on him.
"Lord Beiting Huang, the winner will definitely be between you and me. If I win, what will you do? If you win…" Zhu Lin smiled slightly, his expression cold, but his attitude towards Beiting Huang was obviously different. "What do you think I should do?"
Beiting Huang smiled faintly, her gaze still on Mo Li. She stood with her arms crossed, the ponytail behind her fluttering in the wind. The mask on her face was dazzling, making it impossible to see the expression in her eyes. "What I want is that Soul Returning Grass. That's all!"
