If Qi Yu were here, she would definitely have realized that the face of this Saintess was identical to that of the purple-dressed maid she had seen in her dream.
The reason for the astonishment of those present, however, lay in the fact that this face bore a nine-tenths resemblance to the portrait of the first-generation Saintess hanging inside the Holy Maiden Temple.
Shi Zhou and Shen Xiheng were oblivious to this, sensing that something was amiss only from the expressions of others.
The two exchanged glances before their gazes simultaneously fell back onto the Saintess on the platform.
Unlike the shock of those below, the Saintess had calmly picked up the purple face veil that had been blown away by the wind, covering again the face that had caused such surprise.
The ceremony continued as if nothing had happened, the preceding event being just an insignificant interlude; once everyone had come back to their senses, expressions of calm returned as if nothing had occurred.
