“It’s you!”

“Hong!”

Both Lu Yun and Hua Fengwen identified the newcomer at the same time.

“What? You’re Hong??” Lu Yun gaped at the person in front of him. It was a little girl about eight years old and dressed in a red skirt. She was perched on the bow of the Immortal Region Glory after walking down from the sky.

He’d met her before, in the fourth realm!

Qing Yu had said that the little girl in a red skirt was an extremely powerful treasure. She’d created a flower to safeguard beings that’d died in a war in the third realm.

To think that she’d be Hong!

“Don’t call me that! I hate that name,” the little girl pouted. “Also, you should...