An hour later, it was the afternoon.

"Pitter-patter..." There was a sound of footsteps.

Everyone turned their heads and found that He Gaoming, John Doe's disciple, also come with his people.

Because it was not time to battle yet, Fang Qiu and Lin Rusheng didn't make any move. They had been resting with their eyes closed, secretly improving their state.

Time was ticking away.

There was still a day left before the battle ...