The Bai family patriarch nodded: "I also find it rather unusual."

When he was first attacked, he did think it was done by other powerful families; but as the conflict escalated, he realized something was wrong.

They fought to a standstill, with all four sides suffering heavy losses and no one gaining anything. They also broke the original alliance between the aristocratic families, which stipulated that they should not be enemies with each other.

This deal is simply not worth it.

He frowned: "Could it be those heretics stirring up trouble?"

He knew that there were many heretics in the Holy City.

These people refused to drink the holy water and attempted to restore the original healthcare system.

However, they were few in number and weak in strength, so the Holy Church didn't take them seriously at all.

The head of the Bai family has always been dismissive of it.

Now that the four great families have been severely weakened, he has no choice but to take this force seriously and wonder if the other side may have produced some extraordinary figure.

Bai Musheng nodded: "Possibly."

“However,” he thought of the Holy Lord’s gloomy, pale face, and said in a low voice, “it could also have been the Holy Lord who did it.”

The head of the Bai family was startled.

"The Holy Lord? Impossible. What benefit would he gain from doing this? The Ba family has also suffered heavy losses."

Bai Musheng shook his head: "Don't confuse him with the Ba family. Just because it's not good for the Ba family doesn't mean it's not good for him."

He sensed from the selection of the psychic woman as the saintess that this holy lord was unwilling to relinquish his power.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so obsessed with prolonging life.

He was old and frail, and it is very likely that he feared that the powerful families would force him to step down, so he took the initiative to strike first.

“You’re right, it’s very likely his doing.” The Bai family patriarch frowned. “If it really was him, then we’re in trouble…”

Although the four great families are powerful, even at their peak, they could not defeat a sacred weapon when they joined forces.

Moreover, their strength has been greatly diminished.

"Let me confirm this first," Bai Musheng said. "Then we'll discuss a strategy."

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you. Be careful in everything you do."

"rest assured."

The next day, Bai Musheng went to the Holy Tower to report.

During the report, he did not bow his head obediently as usual, but secretly observed the Holy Lord's expression.

But the other party, as always, remained expressionless.

When he mentioned that he had survived multiple assassination attempts, he simply replied, "It seems necessary to increase your guards."

Bai Musheng was able to become Emperor Chengtai's favorite not only because of her outstanding talent, but also because of her strong ability to read people's expressions and moods.

Emperor Chengtai had been emperor for so many years, and his cunning was unfathomable, yet he could not escape Chengtai's scrutiny.

The Holy Lord, however, did not reveal even the slightest expression.

Yi Shuihan: My whole face is fake, how could you possibly see any expression?

This left him somewhat frustrated.

However, he did make some discoveries.

That is, the Holy Lord's eyes seemed much clearer than before, making him look as if he were ten or twenty years younger.

He couldn't help but feel worried.

Could this person have actually stolen spiritual energy from the psychic woman and made himself young again?

If that were to happen, he, the Holy Son, would be in danger.

Therefore, after finishing his report, he left with a worried expression.

After returning to the Bai family, he kept thinking about this matter, even when he paid his respects to Old Madam Bai.

When Madam Bai asked him, "Is something on your mind?" he looked into her eyes and found that her eyes were the same as the Holy Lord's before, pale and cloudy.

But her face was very young, and the combination of the two created a strong sense of incongruity.

The moment the word "discomfort" surfaced in Bai Musheng's mind, he felt a jolt.

Even the face of the Holy Lord looks so out of place!

Old Madam Bai's eyes were old, but her face was young.

The Lord's eyes are young, but his face is old.

"Could it be..." Bai Musheng murmured to himself, "that the Holy Lord has changed his eyes? Or that someone has replaced his face and is impersonating him?"

Old Madam Bai didn't hear clearly and asked in confusion, "What are you saying?"

"It's nothing," Bai Musheng replied quickly. "I just remembered something and I need to take care of it first. I'll come back and chat with you later."

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

After returning to his study, he drew the faces of the Holy Lord he had seen before and the Holy Lord he had seen today on paper.

By comparing the two pairs, it is very obvious that the two pairs of eyes are completely different!

The eyes of this holy lord now clearly belong to a young man.

Those eyes still seemed vaguely familiar.

Who does it resemble?

Bai Musheng unconsciously kept drawing those eyes on the paper.

After filling an entire sheet of Xuan paper with his painting, he casually swept it across the paper, and then froze.

He remembered.

These are Yi Shuihan's eyes.

Is it more likely that the Holy Lord killed Yi Shuihan and replaced his eyes, or that Yi Shuihan killed the Holy Lord and replaced his face?

Bai Musheng chose the latter without hesitation.

In an instant, he understood everything.

No wonder Xiao Qingyin, contrary to her usual behavior, volunteered to go to the Holy Tower.

He still believed that she was truly willing to make such a great sacrifice for him.

It turns out it was all a lie.

He loved her so much that he was even willing to give up everything to elope with her, but she didn't care.

She must have known all along that Yi Shuihan was impersonating the Holy Lord, which is why she went to him.

The fact that she still remembers Yi Shuihan proves that she never lost her memory.

She's been lying to him all this time, making a fool of him!

At this moment, Bai Musheng's hatred reached its peak.

He crumpled the drawing paper into a ball, tore it to shreds, and said through gritted teeth, "Since you don't care about my love, then taste my hatred."

He wanted to kill Yi Shuihan, imprison her in the dungeon, and keep her from ever seeing the light of day again!

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