Lijia Continent.
Asura Hall.
In front of the computer, Meng Po sat with blue eyes flickering with cold light.
She knew Yang Chen would never be able to do it.
If that's the case, Yang Chen would definitely be in danger!
After some thought, Meng Po left the room and headed to the training room.
There weren't many people in Asura Hall, but the space was large, and everyone had their own training room for daily use.
For the fight fanatics of Asura Hall, the time spent in the training room was likely even longer than in the rest room, except for eating, sleeping, and executing tasks, they were basically in the training room training.
Meng Po arrived at the door of training room number three and rang the doorbell.
After a while, a man with a sturdy bare upper body appeared, sweat flowing all over, accentuating the contours of his muscles, making him exceptionally captivating.
