The Yaochi Saintess stood beside the woman in white, glanced at Mo Yang, and then frowned, looking somewhat different than usual.
At that moment, the woman in white looked Mo Yang over carefully once more, making him feel completely ill at ease. If it had been two old men, he wouldn't have thought much of it, but these were two successive generations of saintesses from Yaochi Sacred Land staring at him like this, making his skin crawl.
"Are you sure it's him?" the woman in white suddenly asked.
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