Lan Fozi was about to dash forward once again when a figure descended from the sky.
"Stop it! You're not allowed to fight in the Mingdu Coliseum. Find somewhere else to settle your personal grievances." An old man dressed in a Spirit Pagoda's uniform had already placed himself between them and stretched out a hand at each of them. He looked at the two of them with a vigilant expression.
These two people were not to be trifled with, so he would not necessarily be able to stop them if they insisted on fighting. Nevertheless, the place was still under the Spirit Pagoda's authority after all.
Tang Wulin retracted his arm and raised his chin toward Lan Fozi before walking away in great strides.
Lan Fozi felt like gnashing her teeth in anger as she watched Tang Wulin's departing silhouette. She stamped her feet so ferociously against the ground that they made a sound like an explosion. She turned around and left too.
