"This is..."
Zhao Yi, Qian Er, and Sun San were taken aback. As they carefully examined the veil, their expressions instantly changed with shock.
Zhao Yi wanted to reach out and touch the veil, yet he dared not, fearing he might desecrate it.
Sun San's face was filled with excitement, almost bringing him to tears, his voice choked with emotion:
"This is the Divine Maiden's veil! So fragrant, so beautiful!"
Qian Er, recalling something, glared angrily at the burly man: "How did the Divine Maiden's veil end up in your hands? What have you done to her?!"
Zhao Yi and Sun San also realized the gravity of the situation, and immediately summoned their magical artifacts, surrounding the burly man.
"Speak, who exactly are you? What happened to the Divine Maiden?!"
Xue Wen squinted his eyes and suddenly burst into hearty laughter:
"Very good, your loyalty to the Saintess is commendable!"
The three were stunned: "Saintess?"
