It was Elder Hua who called out, “A Lan, didn’t you hear the Grand Elder’s order?”
A Lan came to her senses, apologized, and hurried to brighten the lamp.
The room immediately became brighter.
By now, Jiang Si’s true face was finally revealed to everyone.
“Holy Maiden!” A Lan exclaimed excitedly, moving towards Jiang Si.
The Grand Elder was visibly shocked, her hands trembling slightly within her wide sleeves.
The resemblance was uncanny; this was exactly like A Sang!
No, except for a small red mole missing from her brow.
As the Grand Elder calmed down, she finally noticed the difference, but this discovery did not diminish her excitement.
The death of Holy Maiden A Sang hung like a sharp sword over the heads of all those who knew, not knowing when it would fall and throw Wumiao into chaos.
The Grand Elder had considered finding a woman with a similar build and face to A Sang and disguising her to fool everyone, but she hadn’t dared to implement it.
While such a woman might briefly fool the tribe members, she couldn’t deceive the eyes of the elders of her generation.
These elders had all studied the art of disguise, and one of them was even more proficient than herself.
Wumiao was not entirely united internally. If the elders discovered someone replacing A Sang to pacify the tribe, A Sang’s death would no longer be a secret.
At that point, chaos would surely ensue.
Heaven had shown mercy, sending a woman who looked almost identical to A Sang before her.
A Lan appeared even more excited than the Grand Elder.
A Lan rushed over and knelt before Jiang Si, covering her face and crying, “Holy Maiden, you…”
Elder Hua coughed forcefully, fearing A Lan might let something slip.
A Lan clutched at Jiang Si’s skirt, unwilling to let go.
Jiang Si moved her foot to the side, her voice cold, “You’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
At this, the Grand Elder stood up abruptly, exclaiming, “Say that again!”
Even the voice was so similar. Could it be that A Sang had returned?
Jiang Si looked at the Grand Elder, her tone calm, “I am not the holy maiden. Miss A Lan has mistaken me for someone else.”
A Lan raised her head, murmuring, “But you look exactly like the holy maiden…”
“Even so, I am not the holy maiden. I am from Da Zhou,” Jiang Si said flatly.
A Lan opened her mouth, then turned to look at the Grand Elder.
The Grand Elder, now too preoccupied to deal with a young girl, stared intently at Jiang Si and suddenly said, “Extend your left hand.”
Jiang Si calmly extended her hand.
The Grand Elder grasped her wrist, lifted her sleeve, and examined it carefully. With a mixture of disappointment and shock, she murmured, “To think there could be someone in this world so similar to A Sang.”
A Sang had a small red mark on the inside of her left elbow from birth, but the woman before her did not have it.
This was truly a blessing from the gods, sending another “holy maiden”!
The Grand Elder couldn’t help but glance at Elder Hua.