The Yaochi Saintess stood beside the woman in white, glanced at Moyang, and then furrowed her brow, her expression looking somewhat different from usual.
At that moment, the woman in white carefully looked Moyang over once more, making him feel thoroughly ill at ease. If it were two old men, he wouldn't have thought much of it, but these were two successive generations of saintesses from Yaochi Holy Land staring at him like this, making his skin crawl.
"Are you sure it's him?" the woman in white spoke up suddenly.
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