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Mu Chen's footsteps came to a soft stop at the door to Mu Bingling's room. Their eyes met, and in each other's gaze, they saw a mutual reluctance to part. Mu Chen caressed Mu Bingling's exquisite cheek and gently kissed her on the forehead. He said softly, "Bing'Er, you should get some rest. For tomorrow's competition, we might need to give it our all. I sensed a few powerful opponents among those so-called High-class Empires."
"Powerful opponents? But Little Tiger, he..."
Mu Bingling glanced toward the room where Little Tiger was, a hint of worry in her eyes. The injuries Little Tiger had sustained today were far too severe. On the Extreme Martial Continent of today, it was doubtful that even the most powerful Cauldron Master could fully heal him in such a short time. 'With Little Tiger in this state, can he really make a full recovery by tomorrow just by relying on the Spiritual Liquid that Chen'Er brought back?'
