On the dais, the academy's senior staff and guests from various factions took their seats one after another.
As the host introduced him, a figure slowly stepped forward.
Dressed in a classic black robe, he stood tall and straight, his features handsome. Simply standing there casually, he naturally drew the attention of quite a few teachers around him.
"Now, please welcome Mr. Long Wushang, president of the Black Dragon Merchant Association, to deliver an address at this year's opening ceremony for our freshmen."
Applause immediately rang out. Long Wushang slowly raised his hand to take the microphone, sweeping his gaze across the sea of young faces below.
He did not rush to speak. Instead, he first offered a smile, one that was neither overly familiar nor lofty and aloof.
As someone who spent years navigating between various factions, he knew perfectly well how to display his charm and approachability on such occasions.
Yet just as he was about to speak, his gaze suddenly froze.
Amid the crowd, a golden figure caught his eye. It was a young girl, her long golden hair cascading down like a waterfall. Sunlight fell upon its tips, seeming to gild them with a dazzling radiance.
The girl had a slender figure and features so exquisite they seemed almost unreal, along with a cold aloofness that kept people a thousand miles away.
When he saw that face, Long Wushang's pupils contracted slightly.
What the hell?
Why was Dong'er here?
No, she just looked similar.
The moment Long Wushang got a clear look at the girl's face, he instinctively mistook her for Wang Dong'er. Aside from her clothes and hair, the resemblance was simply too strong.
But after he studied her a little more closely, a strange feeling suddenly surfaced in his heart without warning.
It was