2088 Clone (1)

Ye Qingtang wanted to speak but realized that she couldn't move a single muscle. The gold chain around her was completely restraining her entire body. Although she was conscious, she couldn't move or speak and felt just like a statue.

"You're already tired?" The middle-aged man retracted his gaze and looked at the boy.

The boy said respectfully, "Yes. I tested her strength when I found her, and it is inferior."

The 'inferior' Ye Qingtang was lost for words.

Of course, no one cared about her opinion. The boy continued, "But I didn't know how to handle it, so I could only ask you for help."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly.

"Elder, is she really the one who separated from the Holy Lord?" The boy looked at Ye Qingtang as he asked the middle-aged man.

The Elder nodded and said, "You're right. Many people look similar to each other in this world but none that look exactly the same."