"Holy Lord." The false North Ridge Sacred Son showed no change in expression upon seeing the Holy Lord.
He looked so confident that, without Lan Yue's inner voice exposing him, no one would have dared believe the man before them was an impostor.
"Sacred Son, you're finally back. We've already received news of your biological daughter. Shall we set out now and bring her back as soon as possible?" The North Ridge Holy Lord sounded perfectly natural. He even handed over the information they had gathered earlier.
Of course, he had secretly made a few alterations, changing the names of the two girls they had previously identified as possibilities.
The False Holy Son opposite him was somewhat taken aback. He had been rushing to the Palace to rescue the captives, but now that the Holy Lord had mentioned his biological daughter, he certainly could not ignore it.
After all, that dear older brother of his had spent the past hundred years constantly searching for his biological daughter.
At the slightest rustle of wind through the grass, he would fly over to investigate. Had he not been so impatient, the Devil Race would never have succeeded so easily.
If he actually made excuses, he would certainly arouse suspicion.
At that thought, the False Holy Son's expression soured. He simply could not understand it. What was worth searching for in an embryo that had disappeared a hundred years ago?
Although that embryo had been on the verge of taking human form, it would surely have died immediately without nourishment. It was already dead, yet he still refused to give up. How very "loving"!
If his own parents had been so loving, how could they have thrown him away? What a joke-enough to make his teeth fall out from laughing!
"You're right, Holy