A sound of teeth chattering rang out in the arena. Bu Fang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression unchanged. Across from him was the Wandering Soul Realm Little Saint, his hair falling over his eyes and face that turned as white as a sheet.
The atmosphere was somewhat awkward for a moment.
The sound came from the Little Saint's mouth. Upon hearing it, everyone froze and stared wide-eyed at the arena.
"What happened?"
"Hasn't the little chef lost yet?"
"His spirit sea is invaded by a Wandering Soul Realm Little Saint, and it's very likely that he will become a fool. Did he manage to resist it?"
