"Oh my gosh, is it this thrilling?" Li Xianghan's long hair fluttered in the wind, the river breeze hitting her face, a mouthful of hair causing her to spit repeatedly, hastily tying a ponytail and looking around, she spotted the other two Holy Maidens.
The other two Holy Maidens simultaneously looked at Li Xianghan, sparks flying.
The Holy Emperor was at ease, slightly leading by half a body length, while the Tusi and Khan King remained calm, participating for the first time, naturally not expending all their energy immediately.
In Yingchun Building, the rally race and the dream race alternated on screen, dazzling onlookers.
At Pingyang Temple, Madam Xu threw charms onto the tree, praying for the disciples as per the annual tradition. Yang Dongxiong stood to the side, overlooking Pingyang and Yixing, watching thousands competing, the crowds bustling, deeply moved.
