Zhong Lizi and Flower Creek had completely failed to understand those two simple exchanges. Jiang Yuxia, however, had understood. Realizing that Jing Jiu was even more extraordinary than she had imagined, she turned deathly pale, prostrated herself, and said, "If my uncle is involved in this, please spare... please keep him alive for now and question him."
Jing Jiu took promises seriously, whether to others or to himself, so he still ignored her.
The Priestess looked at her and said impassively, "I'll give you three minutes to persuade him. Otherwise, no one can save his life."
The night breeze stirred her sleeves and the petals on the water. Only now did she display the majesty of a Priestess.
Thinking of the little life she had left, thinking of her life, she was filled with boundless emotion and said, "Just as we prepare to embark on a new path, must we face an internal rebellion?"
"It's not a rebellion. You don't need to go either." Jing Jiu gazed toward the distant grassland.
He had not looked at Jiang Yuxia as he spoke, so he was not speaking to her.
Of course, everyone knew he was telling her she need not go.
Perhaps to highlight the grandeur of the Sacrificial Hall, or perhaps because of the devastation wrought by the Dark Matter Sea's last invasion, there were no other buildings within hundreds of li of the Sacrificial Hall, only boundless grassland.
The soil of this grassland was, in fact, severely desertified. It remained green year-round only because the government maintained it at tremendous expense. With insufficient nutrients in the soil, there were naturally no forests either; only at great distances would a lone tree appear.
The wilderness stretched wide, the sky hung low over the trees. It was a beautiful