Emperor Qing's Relics, Double Dragon Lake!
The previously unstoppable Anne Sabin and her group stopped directly on the ninety-fourth step, not rushing forward immediately.
"Miss Sabin, why, the opportunity is right in front of you, aren't you going?" Mr. Jones of Demon Wind City said with a mocking smile.
Upon hearing these words, Anne Sabin smiled slightly, then replied sarcastically, "Go ahead! Why not? How could we miss the opportunity for Spiritual Power Infusion?
However, there are only five cushions for you all. Just enough for one each. But, if you lose to others, I'm afraid you wouldn't have such an opportunity.
Right now, the number of people who have come here is not small."
In the face of Anne Sabin's mockery, Mr. Jones and his group showed a nonchalant expression and disdainfully glanced over White Mitchell and others following behind them.
By White Mitchell's side, several young people were barely keeping up.