"Immortal."
"Miss Lin!"
Jiang Chenxi, who had been watching the day's fantastic battles outside the Martial Arts Arena with his two companions, noticed them intending to leave and rushed over eagerly, attempting to grab their attention in front of the beautiful women.
"Ouch."
The three of them had not yet approached when, for some unknown reason, they tripped and collectively fell forward, falling flat on their faces.
"Lin, Immortal."
Jiang Chenxi, not willing to give up, picked himself up from the ground and tried to approach Lin Qingluo again, but once again, he slipped and fell.
This time, his forehead met with a stone as he fell, resulting in a swelling bruise and dizzying him with pain.
"Young Master Jiang!"
"Chenxi."
His two companions gasped in surprise, scrambling to their feet to assist him.
But for some unknown reason, their knees felt numb and they ended up falling to the ground again with a thud.
"What's going on?"
"Could there be a ghost?"