Was it you that night?

Shen Qinghe touched the Black and White Rope, "Did you hear that? If I really enter Female Cultivator Luo’s dream later, you must be active and not be controlled by her. Right, your power is too great, try not to harm anyone."

The Black and White Rope scratched the palm of her hand as if to answer.

As Nan Sheng ascended the arena, the area below it was desolately empty, with scarcely anyone there.

Looking at another arena about ten zhang away, because of the match between Shen Qinghe and Female Cultivator Luo, the area below was packed with cultivators. Even Wu Ke, who had just been giving her tips, had run over to that arena to join in the excitement.

This was completely different from the plot in the book.

In the book, every time she fought in the arena, it was overcrowded with people cheering for her. How was it this empty in reality?

In this battle, she should have been garnering even more admirers, but now it seemed uncertain whether she could even advance to the second round.

Shen Qinghe was unaware of Nan Sheng’s feelings. She had just stepped onto the arena and hadn’t even had the chance to speak with Female Cultivator Luo when she noticed the environment around her changing.

"Shen Qinghe, draw your sword!" Dongfang Wuya’s voice also became faint and distant.

Shen Qinghe meant to draw her sword, but she couldn’t seem to touch the hilt. At that moment, she realized she had entered Female Cultivator Luo’s dream.

Female Cultivator Luo was not playing by the rules, catching her completely off guard.