Jing Wangyou looked at Yun Mengyao in shock.
Then, he looked at Qin Yi.
"Fairy Yun, are you saying he's not Brother Qin?"
Yun Mengyao nodded and said, "He may have the same face as Qin Yi, but he can't deceive me."
Jing Wangyou believed that Yun Mengyao wouldn't speak nonsense.
He looked at Qin Yi and suddenly said, "Before, Brother Qin was wearing black, but this person is wearing red."
"Clothes can change, faces can change, but temperament and eyes cannot. I'm sure he's not Qin Yi."
Yun Mengyao said with certainty.
As she spoke, she looked at the red-clad Qin Yi, "Who are you really?"
The red-clad Qin Yi glanced at Yun Mengyao, his gaze cold and emotionless.
Then, his figure flickered, turning into a streak of light and disappearing into the sky.
"Such speed," Jing Wuyan marveled.
"Fairy Yun, why do you think this person pretended to be Brother Qin?"
Yun Mengyao shook her head, "I don't know. But this person appeared to help us, so it seems he bears no malice."
