C58 You Are Not Yu Hong

Meier's captivating eyes narrowed, tracing a perilous curve.

"You're not Yu Hong. Who are you, really?"

"Tsk tsk tsk! Truly Ling Changsheng's daughter—such a sharp mind." Yu Hong chuckled.

With a casual lift of his hand, Yu Hong summoned a light barrier that swiftly rose around the stage, encasing it completely. Mysterious runes flickered intermittently on the barrier