After the bloodbath led by Wei Changkong, the Law Enforcement Hall was much quieter than usual. Even though they had been recruiting heavily over the past few months, they still couldn't recover their strength in a short time.

In the Martial Arena, Ghost Guest handed over his token, received an iron stick, and found a corner to meditate.

He didn't know when Mark Ye would arrive, so he had to treat every upcoming battle as if he were preparing for Mark Ye.

The cultivator in charge of arranging the matches glanced at Ghost Guest without a trace and quietly crushed the communication jade slip in his hand.

Not long after, Mark Ye slowly walked into the Martial Arena, received his iron stick, and pretended not to see Ghost Guest. He sat calmly far away from him, quietly wiping off the red paint on the iron stick. Seeing the two words on it, he smiled.@@novelbin@@

The cultivator hosting the event was sweating profusely. Xie Ding'an had only told him one thing: turn a blind eye. But even this simple instruction made him feel uneasy.

He knew that the participants in the next match were Ghost Guest and Mark Ye. If possible, he would rather not host this match. If anything happened to either of them, he would be held accountable. But if he refused, he wouldn't survive the day.

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