Yun Ran and Mo Beiyuan did not understand what they meant previously, and they still did not understand now.
Yun Ran frowned slightly and protected her little packrat by her side. She looked at the group of people and asked coldly, "Are you mistaken? We're not demons, and we didn't touch a single person from your sect."
"Behind you is the Demon Lord's proud flying magical beast. There's no way we can mistake it."
The person who spoke was a woman. She was wearing an exquisitely embroidered water-colored dress. Her black and beautiful hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and her voice revealed a hint of arrogance and coldness.
Yun Ran looked over and realized that this woman's appearance was 30 to 40% similar to hers.
The woman gently swept up her graceful and moving figure and stopped in front of them. Her gaze swept past Mo Beiyuan and moved to Yun Ran's face. She was clearly stunned.
