Qin Xue, who was being constantly talked about, was now looking at everyone in the clan hall. She didn't know how to describe her feelings. After all, she was not a piece of delicious red-braised pork, so why were they staring at her?
"This is the Holy Maiden we've been searching for all these years. Haven't you seen the Holy Maiden?" Qing Teng noticed Qin Xue's discomfort, so she decided to interrupt everyone's thoughts.
"We've seen the Holy Maiden." Upon hearing Qing Teng's words, everyone finally reigned in their expressions. They had, after all, been rather rude in front of the Holy Maiden. It was utterly disrespectful.
"Qing Teng, just because you claim she's the Holy Maiden doesn't mean she is. How can you prove her identity?" A voice of skepticism abruptly rang out in the crowd.