"Let's begin!"
In the end, Chu Ning had no intention of dragging it out until an entire ancient Chinese hour passed. After understanding the origins of these people a quarter of an hour later, his gaze shifted toward Qi Boxiu.
Qi Boxiu could hardly wait, and upon hearing Chu Ning's words, he raised his right hand. A wisp of mist drifted out from his storage bag, and in the next instant, the mist violently expanded, enveloping him within it.
Seeing Qi Boxiu's actions, Chu Ning's expression did not change, while Wanyan Rui and the others had somewhat strange looks on their faces.
Qi Boxiu had learned from Yan Heng's lesson and did not give Ji Yang any chance to get close.
Indeed, that was the correct move, but it gave the impression that Qi Boxiu was also afraid and cautious of Ji Yang, harboring fear for Ji Yang in his heart.
