Below the arena.
Yuhua looked at the two supremely exalted figures on the raised platform and felt a persistent sense of familiarity.
But after that fleeting glimpse, he lowered his head, not daring to look again.
For he had happened to see the imposing, heroic young man on the platform glance at him at the same time.
Was it an illusion?
Yuhua wondered in puzzlement. Especially after seeing Jiang Yang's face, he felt an even stronger sense that they had met before.
But he would never have thought that the two important figures on the platform were Jiang Yang and Constana, because their bearing and auras differed far too greatly from those of the pair he usually knew.
Some people had such an outstanding presence that it made others forget their looks.
He never connected Jiang Yang on the platform with the Jiang Yang he usually knew.
On the platform, Constana leaned closer to Jiang Yang and spoke quietly.
"Jiang Yang, do you think Yuhua will recognize us?"
Because Constana was so petite, from a distance, she looked as though she were nestled in Jiang Yang's arms.
The True Dragons who knew the truth could not help covering their faces and sighing. This was too hard.
"Don't worry. Even if he gets a clear look at my face, he'll only think we look alike."
Jiang Yang smiled unconcernedly.
"Even if he really does recognize me, I can simply deny it. How could two identities with such a vast gulf in status and strength be the same person? They merely look the same, don't they?"
"All right, you have a point."
Constana's cherry lips parted behind her veil. She straightened in her seat and spoke softly.
Above the arena.
Only after seeing the pair finish their whispered conversation did the Platinum