The Final Round 2

The moment that Song Yaoyao boarded the plane to come here, Zhongli Xue had been right behind her.

Of course, she had come without telling Zhong Li and Huo Ningxi.

Delia frowned. "What's going on? Shaman Yada said she's not Song Yaoyao."

"That's impossible!"

As soon as she said this, a sharp gaze with a cold glint fell on Zhongli Xue. Shaman Yada's voice was like gravel. She fixed her gaze on Song Yaoyao. "I'm very sure that she's not."

After saying this, she grabbed her walking stick and turned around to leave. "She doesn't have what you want."

Shaman Yada repeatedly confirmed it, causing Zhongli Xue to take two steps back dejectedly. The color on her face had faded. She may have been wrong at first glance, but what about the second or third time?

Zhongli Xue did not even dare to look at Delia's expression.

However, from the cold air that seeped out from her side, it could be felt that Delia was very unhappy.