But as he watched, the purple-clothed man's gaze slowly fell on Xi Yue's Dantian, his expression became more and more solemn, and the shock in his eyes became more and more intense, "You... you are... you have... the origin of wood?!"
Xi Yue recalled Yun Tianyi's original evaluation of True Man Zi Jin—the saint's confidant who guards the origin of wood. She did not deny it and nodded.
Zhenren Zi Jin's expression immediately became extremely excited, with tears in his eyes and incredible shock. He quickly moved closer to Xi Yue and stretched out his hand to touch her dantian.
If Ji Mingyu hadn't kicked the person away with a dark face, he would even want to pounce on Xi Yue and hug her.
But soon, True Man Zi Jin calmed down.
His eyes fell on Ji Mingyu, his expression was a little dazed, and then slowly became solemn: "You... accepted the inheritance of the Divine Emperor? You are, Lord Divine?"
Ji Mingyu nodded and removed the disguise that concealed his and Xi Yue's appearance.
When Zi Jin Zhenren's gaze fell on Xi Yue, whose true appearance had been revealed, his knees trembled immediately, revealing an expression that was a hundred times and a thousand times more shocked than before, "Saint Maiden... Saint Maiden!"
His voice began to tremble, and tears of excitement finally flowed from his eyes, which were originally only slightly red. "Lady Saint, have you finally been reincarnated? Are you finally coming back?"
Xi Yue was slightly surprised, "I'm not some saint."
"No, you have the origin of wood. You look so much like the Saint Lady, and even your aura is similar. How could you not be the Saint Lady!" True Man Zi Jin said excitedly.
Xi Yue was about to refute, but suddenly the statue in the Yuankong Ancient Realm and the mysterious words she said emerged in her mind.
Her expression gradually became shocked, and she turned to look at Ji Mingyu.
Ji Mingyu, who was standing aside, had a stern look on his face, and his expression did not change. Only when Xi Yue looked over did he soften his gaze, gently holding her hand, and whispered: "No matter who you are, to me, you are just my Xi'er!"
Just a few simple words made Xi Yue feel her pounding heart calm down, and a peaceful smile appeared on her face. She held Ji Mingyu's hand tightly with her backhand, refusing to let go at all, as if she could find a safe haven, courage and strength in this way.
In fact, Ji Mingyu had already guessed Xi Yue's identity, especially when he heard that holy light had descended between heaven and earth, and the time when the holy light descended coincided with the time when he and Xi Yue were in the Yuankong Ancient Realm.
But even if Xiyue was a saint, it wouldn't change anything for him. Xiyue was just Xiyue, the only woman he loved.
Jun Yueze seemed to have expected this and was not shocked.
Black Dragon and Xiaochi had no idea about the identity of the Saint, but when they heard about the origin of wood, Black Dragon's pupils shrank slightly, and a hint of desire flashed in his eyes. But when his eyes fell on Xiaochi, that desire was instantly replaced by persistent tenderness.
But Ji Weicheng, Lingyu and Qinglong were different. When they heard that Xi Yue was the saint, they could not control their shocked expressions.
Especially Qinglong, when he felt bathed in the holy light, he was thinking that if his master could get the help of the Saint, he would be more confident in winning the throne of the Divine Emperor.
But he never expected that the saint was actually their master's fiancée, Miss Xi Yue.
Should we say that their master is really lucky? (To be continued)