"Why were you thousands of miles away in Urn City instead of at the Saintess Palace?" Yang Qing asked. "Since we have already lent you a hand, I imagine we can no longer extricate ourselves from this."
They had traveled with the Saintess for several days. To anyone watching with an ulterior motive, they were already in the same camp.
Even if they tried to distance themselves now, it was too late.
Mo Beixing turned to look at the Guardian, who had yet to awaken, then at Yang Qing and the others. After a long silence, she sighed softly. "It was merely for the trial held once every hundred years."
A trial held once every hundred years? It must have been of great importance.
Mo Beixing continued, "Each Saintess serves a fifty-year term, and a trial is held every hundred years. During each trial, however, the Saintess's whereabouts are kept secret. No one besides the Saintess and her Guardian knows its purpose."
As Yang Qing listened, he suddenly interjected, "Then someone leaked word of this trial."
Mo Beixing nodded. "Precisely. I do not know whether the leak came from the Saintess Palace or the Yijiang Imperial Family."
A cold glint flashed through Mo Beixing's eyes as she spoke, vanishing almost as quickly as it appeared.
Every time the Saintess ventured into the world for her trial, the survival of all living beings hung in the balance. It was something that demanded the utmost secrecy, yet now that her turn had come, something had gone wrong.
Could this be that prophecy coming true?
Mo Beixing pressed her lips tightly together and glanced outside.
If it really is, I fear the world is about to descend into chaos.
"Young Masters, allow me to thank you once again for saving my life. But