The leader of the Goblin Tribe was a slender man. He was extremely handsome but a little effeminate. He secretly studied Ye Qingtang and said softly, "The Holy Lord vanished a long time ago. No one knows why she vanished and where she has been all this time. I heard that those who first met the Holy Lord this time only coincidentally found her along the way. I think its rather peculiar."
"Could it be that… this Holy Lord is an impostor?" The leader of the Demon Tribe asked.
"We don't know yet. But Ming Wang must also be suspicious of her identity, which is why he is carrying out this ceremony. We can just wait and see." The leader of the Goblin Tribe laughed softly. A sharp look suddenly flashed across his eyes.
"If she is fake, she will certainly die," the leader of the Demon Tribe said with a cold laugh.
