The old woman spoke quickly and urgently, her face flushed with anger.

Jiang Si found it a little difficult to listen, but he roughly understood what the old woman meant: The saint has a mole between her eyebrows, but you don’t, you are a bitch who deserves to be devoured by all kinds of insects.

"Hua Lian, what are you talking about?" The girl pointed at Jiang Si in shock, "Isn't she a saint?"

The old woman calmed down a little and asked sharply, "Who are you?"

Jiang Si looked at the old woman calmly and said calmly, "I am Asan."

The old woman showed a look of surprise, and her originally firm expression began to waver a little.

If the woman in front of her who looked exactly like the saint said that she was a saint, she would definitely not believe it.

But the woman said her name was Asan.

If a foreigner pretended to be the saint, how would he know her nickname?

The old woman hesitated.

Jiang Si raised his chin slightly: "Can someone impersonate me?"

"But the saint has a mole between her eyebrows..." The old woman's aggressive momentum suddenly diminished a lot.

Jiang Sisi showed no fear and asked unhappily, "Just because of a mole?"

In her previous life, she lived as Ah-Shan for several years and never showed any flaws.

Of course, this has something to do with the way the Wu Miao people cultivate saints.

First, a group of qualified girls are selected from the tribe, and from then on they are separated from their parents and families to practice the mystical arts together.

This is a process of continuous elimination. Year after year, the number of candidate saints becomes fewer and fewer, until only one saint is chosen to live and practice with the great elder.

Asan was elected as the Saint at the age of ten. The people who knew her best were the Great Elder and her personal maid. To others, the Saint was a being beyond the clouds, sacred and inviolable.

Now, Ah-Shan has been dead for two years, and it is even more impossible that anyone has seen him.

She has the same appearance as Asan, can speak Wu Miao language, understands Wu Miao magic, and is even familiar with some of Asan's little habits. Who dares to say that she is not a saint?

Of course, if the old woman went back to ask the Great Elder for confirmation and the Great Elder revealed the news of Asan's death, she would be exposed.

But who cares? She just wants to get the information she wants from the old woman.

"But there is a mole between the saint's eyebrows..." The old woman became more and more hesitant, with hesitation in her eyes.

Jiang smiled and raised his hand to touch his forehead, where a small red mole suddenly appeared.

The old woman was stunned and kept staring at the red mole.

Jiang Si glanced at the old woman coldly: "Why, do you still think I'm not a saint? You haven't seen me for a long time, right?"

The old woman immediately bowed down and said, "Please forgive my ignorance, Saint."

Jiang Si's heart moved, and he immediately understood the old woman's identity.

In Wu Miao, only the elders can call themselves "I" in front of the Saint.

"Get up."

The old woman stood up and asked Jiang Si, "Why did the Saint come to the capital of the Great Zhou?"

"Why are you here, Elder?" Jiang Si took the opportunity to ask back.

Since the old woman came to the capital of the Great Zhou more than ten years ago, she boldly guessed that even Asan would not know the purpose of the old woman's visit.

The old woman hesitated for a moment and said, "I came here at the order of the Great Elder. As for the reason... please forgive me, Saint. I cannot tell anyone without the Great Elder's permission."

Jiang Si sighed quietly.

It's a pity that I didn't fool people.

But since it involves the clan's secrets, I don't know if it's a bad thing to try it.

When the old woman returns to the Wu Miao tribe in the future and mentions this matter to the chief elder, her identity will certainly be exposed. If she knows any important secrets now, it might cause big trouble.

“This shop was opened more than ten years ago?”

"Fifteen years ago."

Jiang Si's eyebrows moved slightly.

Fifteen years ago, when she was a little over one year old, her mother passed away.

"It's been so long, and I've never heard the Great Elder mention it." Jiang Si sighed.

Jiang Si mentioned the Great Elder in a familiar and natural tone, and the old woman immediately dispelled all her doubts.

This led to more talking.

"This matter is of great importance. Only the Great Elder and the people who are carrying out the mission know about it. Of course, the Saint has never heard the Great Elder mention it."

"Is that so?" Seeing that the old woman no longer had any doubts, Jiang Si asked, "Do you know why I came here?"

The old woman shook her head.

Jiang Si's expression suddenly turned cold, and he said unhappily: "I accidentally found someone who was hit by the Heart-sealing Dragon!"

The old woman glared at the girl fiercely and said respectfully: "Please calm down, Saint. It is my granddaughter who is ignorant and reckless..."

The girl immediately said: "Saint, please don't blame Hua Bian, it's all my fault... Saint, please punish me..."

The girl said this and fell to the ground, trembling.

"This will not be an example for others."

The old woman shouted, "The saint doesn't care about it anymore. I can't get up."

The girl hurriedly got up and stood obediently behind the old woman.

The old woman glanced at Jiang Si and thought that the Saint was still young when she met her last time. She didn't expect that she had become as majestic as a great elder just a few years later.

Thinking of this, she smiled with relief.

It is God's blessing that Wu Miao has successors.

There should have been another saint between the great elder and this saint, but the chosen saint did not appear during that period.

The great elder is getting older and older, and one day he will close his eyes. If there is no saint to take over as the great elder, the Wu Miao tribe without the great elder's protection will be like a wolf without fangs, and will become the target of prey from other tribes.

At that time, the entire Wu Miao tribe was in panic, until Asan appeared and the tribe members felt relieved.

"Apart from this time, have you ever given the Heart-sealing Dragon to other people before?" Jiang Si asked with a serious face.

The girl shook her head: "No!"

"Where is the elder?" Jiang Si asked, staring at the old woman.

What she really wanted to know was, of course, what the old woman said.

The old woman thought about it carefully and shook her head: "No."

Jiang seemed to be stagnant, as if he had punched cotton.

More of a disappointment.

Is this the end of the clue? If we want to know where Princess Rongyang got the Heart-Sealing Dragon, we must ask her herself?

Of course the real murderer who killed my mother must be dealt with, but it would be difficult to get these information from the eldest princess.

On the premise of recognizing her identity as a saint, the old woman would not lie to her unless she had the intention of betraying the Wu Miao tribe.

The old woman said no, so it must be gone.

Jiang seemed a little unwilling, but had no choice.

"Saint?" Jiang Si was silent for a long time, and the old woman called out.

Jiang Si came back to his senses and looked at the old woman. He caught a glimpse of the young girl beside her and thought to himself, "Did the elder come here alone?"

The old woman said, "Two people."

"Is the other person also an elder?"

"It's the second generation elder."

The most qualified candidates for saints who were eliminated after training with the great elder were selected as the first generation of elders. The second generation of elders were selected from the batch of candidate saints before Asan, but there was no chosen saint in the second generation.

"Why don't you see the other person?" Jiang Si suppressed his excitement and asked calmly.

The old woman said, "She went to the palace not long after arriving here."