But the most urgent task at hand...
is to first bring Jiang Wei back.
Fang Qingyu reached out with his arm and firmly grasped the wrist of Jiang Wei who had already stood up.
The touch was icy cold.
But she seemed very angry.
"Don't rush."
Fang Qingyu's voice transmitted through the Thunder Pattern Mask.
Calm like a deep pool, carrying a soothing tone.
With a slight exertion, he pulled Jiang Wei back into her seat.
Jiang Wei's body was somewhat stiff, her crimson eyes fixed on the eyes beneath Fang Qingyu's mask, with flames of anger and a hint of confusion flickering within.
"Look at the others." Fang Qingyu helplessly lowered his voice, raising his hand to point at the giant light screen, "I'm not the only one in this."
Jiang Wei followed his finger to look.
On the giant light screen, the top sixteen were divided into 8 groups.
Apart from the Twelve Celestial Kings.
There were four chaotic "outsiders".
