C320 The Competition Was about to Begin!

"What?!" Cao Deshuang leapt to his feet. "When did this happen?"

Before Lin Weimao could respond, Cao Deshuang let out a sigh, his expression one of sorrow as he produced a Divine Gold Card. "Please accept this small token of my sympathy, and my deepest condolences... By the way, have the funeral arrangements for Fann been made? I'm acquainted with some professional teams composed of Dance Gods.