Before Bu Er had finished speaking, Yang Qing caught sight of a familiar figure.
It was none other than the great philanthropist he had seen in Nameless City a few days earlier, Master Lin.
Two women followed behind him.
They wore identical makeup and identical clothes, and were equally stunning.
"The Holy Maiden."
These two were Lin Family Daughter and Mo Beixing.
But at the moment, Yang Qing and the others could not tell which of them was the real Mo Beixing.
The two already looked alike. Now that they wore the same clothes and makeup, telling them apart at a glance would take some effort.
Looking at the two equally expressionless women, Yang Qing suddenly had a thought.
Could the Lin Family be planning to use Plum for Peach—to substitute one woman for the other?
The idea seemed rather absurd at first glance, yet for some reason, it kept circling in Yang Qing's mind and would not leave.
Although the Holy Maiden was of noble birth, aside from the single opportunity in her life to descend the mountain and gain experience, she would spend her entire life on the Sacred Mountain.
She had no ties to the mortal world.
If Master Lin had any sense at all, he would know this was a bargain that offered nothing but losses.
Unless he had a way to keep the Holy Maiden in the mortal world, never to return to the Sacred Mountain.
But what could keep the Holy Maiden in the mortal world?
Yang Qing realized the answer.
The Lin Family really had devised a clever scheme.
But whether his suspicions were right remained to be seen from the Lin Family's actions.
The members of the Lin Family walked past Yang Qing and the others without anyone sparing them a glance.