The life she had described did not seem to be that of the Desolate race which lived with desolate beasts.
Besides, Jiang Xiaorou was literate. What she knew was language of humans, and Yi Yun knew that the Desolate race had their own language.
Jiang Xiaorou was the one who first taught Yi Yun’s how to read and write.
If Jiang Xiaorou was from the Desolate race, then why would she learn the language of humans at a young age?
“Just because you say it’s impossible, that doesn’t mean that it’s impossible? The Desolate Mirror Stone can’t be wrong. If no one believes me, then we can test it now. Previously, Young master Nantian had said that the color of the Desolate race’s blood is silver. Let’s use a knife and see whether this girl’s blood is red or silver!”
The man who had his wrist grabbed by Yi Yun suddenly had a brilliant thought. He suggested this method and everyone who heard this agreed.
Indeed, checking the color of one’s blood was enough, wasn’t it?