Extracting Seedlings To Help, Mu Shi's First Stop!

The waterfall washed over the river, causing a huge splash.

Under the gradually rising hot air, the river even began to bubble, and wisps of steam floated up.

Mu Shi also began to pant heavily. His face slowly turned red, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down.

Ye Qiubai looked at the two people walking out of the dense forest and narrowed his eyes. "Looks like… your Supervisory Temple doesn't plan to survive until the election in nine months?"

Ai Xue patted Niu Zhong's shoulder and sneered. "There's no rule that we can't do this."

"Besides, I'm only here to bring my disciple to test how strong I am now. The best way is to spar with someone who's participating in the election at the same time. However… swords have no eyes after all."

"A sword without eyes." Ye Qiubai mocked, "Then it seems like we have no choice but to fight?"

Ai Xue said seriously, "Even if you don't fight, Niu Zhong will."