438: Chapter 96 Do you have any questions_1 438: Chapter 96 Do you have any questions_1 “That’s far too rude,” the old priest exclaid.
“Quickly untie them.”
But judging by her expression, she too was torn between tears and laughter.
With a flick of his fingers, Qing Bazi’s vine snaked back towards him like a serpent, coiling around his arm.
The one with ssy hair sat up with a flop, still utterly bemused.
The other, sowhat leaner one used his hands to push himself off the ground and stand up.
Despite so mud on his face, his features were still clearly handso.
“We’ll talk about the Matterhunt later, and I’ll provide Qing Bazi with a satisfactory answer,” said Qing Jiuye, stepping forward.
“But now, we have three Dragon God envoys to deal with.
What should we do?”
“You won’t be the one to give the answer,” Qing Qishu gritted his teeth.
“Stopping the Matterhunt was my decision; I’ll be the one to satisfy Bazi!”
Seemingly not inclined to interfere with this matter, the priestess focused on the issue of the Dragon God envoys, “We’ll verify everything together tomorrow at the altar.”
The “Dragon God envoy” still sitting on the ground seed to be coming to his senses at this point, mumbling sothing inarticulately.
“Bazi, you shouldn’t deprive them of their right to speak,” the priestess said.
Qing Bazi walked over, grabbed the man’s chin, and with two fingers hooked out a pinecone-like object, flinging it out of the window.
It was this object that had temporarily silenced them.
Seeing him approach, the other man with the hairpin, who had a handso appearance, hastily mimicked the action, fishing out his own “pinecone” from his mouth.
“May I ask you a few questions?” the one sitting on the ground asked, his voice back to normal, as he stared intently at the white-haired crone, clearly recognizing her as the one in charge here.
The priestess replied in a very gentle voice, “Of course, you may.”
“What altar are you talking about opening?
What do you intent to do?
And how will you verify?” Finally able to speak, he treasured the opportunity to express himself, firing a barrage of questions, “Just who are you people?
Which tribe do you belong to?
What’s all this nonsense about Dragon God envoys?
And what God is this Dragon God?
Aren’t dragons just a myth?
Are there other humans besides you?
What must happen before you will release us?”
In the Ancient Era, the Human Race lived in tribal communities.
His question implied that he saw the people here as remnants from the Ancient Era.
In the present world’s vast expanses, countless small worlds, secret realms, and worlds beyond the heavens…
There have been instances of groups that remained isolated from the rest since Ancient Tis and continued to thrive separately in the present.
“Take it easy, no need to be anxious.
In the land sheltered by the Dragon God, you won’t co to harm.
I am the current priestess of the Holy Tribe, and I am responsible for your safety,” the old priestess’s voice held a comforting power as she kindly added, “What are your nas?
Where do you co from?”
“My na is Wu Quji,” the man with disheveled hair stood up, replying candidly like he was spilling beans, “I co from Qi Country in the Eastern Region, born into the Gold Needle Sect.”
The other man, with a wry smile and seeing his frankness, had no choice but to follow suit, “My na is Su Qi, from Qi Country.”
His voice was a bit rough, which didn’t quite match his delicate features.
Qing Qishu blinked in puzzlent, “What place is Qi Country?”
He then turned to look at Jiang Wang, “Are you also from there?”
Interrupting for so reason, the old priestess cautioned, “The holand of the Divine Envoys of the Dragon God pertains to divine secrets; do not pry further.”
Jiang Wang could probably understand Su Qi’s feelings—the man called Wu Quji was overly forthcoming, revealing everything about himself in an unfamiliar place…
All he could do was vaguely acknowledge, “Sort of.”
Having shaken off their initial apprehension, Wu Quji and Su Qi now noticed Jiang Wang.
They saw him, well-dressed, looking refreshed, with a beauty by his side, and a cute little girl hiding behind him.
Envy was unavoidable…
After all, they had all co to participate in the Secret Realm of the Seven Star Tower, and their Star Positions weren’t far apart.
Wu Quji was even a bit ahead.
How was that fair!
But now was not the ti to be envious.
Wu Quji looked very seriously at the old priestess, “I’ve answered your questions, now it’s your turn to answer mine.”
The priestess appeared slightly taken aback, probably not expecting soone so forthright.
But after all she had weathered many storms, and after only a brief mont of surprise, she said, “I’m old, and my mory isn’t very good.
One at a ti, what was your first question again?”
“What ‘opening the altar’ are you referring to?” Wu Quji asked.
“No, not that one.” The old woman thought hard, “The question before that.”
Wu Quji thought for a mont and repeated, “May I ask you several questions?”
“No.” The old priestess flatly rejected.
Wu Quji: …
Jiang Wang: …
Wu Quji was straightforward and not foolish; he certainly didn’t dare to draw his sword and force her to answer by threatening her life.
There was no second option but to keep silent.
“Ah, old age brings poor spirits,” sighed the old woman.
“Qing Qishu, for the three of you, please escort the three potential Dragon God envoys to rest.
Tomorrow we will open the altar to verify and see which one is truly the chosen envoy by the Dragon God, to help our Holy Tribe be reborn.”
“Granny, let Qinghua take care of it,” Qing Qishu said sullenly.
“I’ll stay here to give Ba Zhi an explanation later.”
He appeared quite adamant.
Originally, he was the one who had lost the hunting ga, and at any rate, he couldn’t let Jiuye take the bla for him.
Ba Zhi snorted, “Letting these stinky n co in contact with Qinghua, I can’t believe you’d think of that.
As for giving explanations, let’s wait until the Dragon God envoy is determined!
If none of them are real, do you think you and Jiuye can escape?”
Jiang Wang and Wu Quji couldn’t help but give Ba Zhi a look.
This person with eight braids calling every man ‘stinky’ was really irritating.
Wu Quji even bent down to sniff himself…
Dragged here all the way, his scent was indeed a bit off.
The priestess waited a mont and, seeing that neither Qing Qishu nor Jiuye spoke up, nodded, “Then you may go down first.”
Her gaze then swept over Jiang Wang, Wu Quji, and Su Qi, “The three of you rest well tonight, no need to worry about safety.
The entrance and exit of Divine Shade Land are only possible with permission; it’s very safe here.”
Jiang Wang caught the underlying ssage in her words—it’s very safe here, but if you’re thinking of escaping, it’s not possible.
Don’t cause yourselves unnecessary misery.
It was probably the experience with Qing Bazi that prompted her to include this reminder.
Ever since Qing Bazi had returned to Divine Shade Land, Qing Qishu’s mood had soured.
After being interrogated about the hunting Ga by Bazi, he seed even more downcast.
Bazi took Wu Quji, Jiuye took Su Qi, and Qishu took Jiang Wang.
The three pairs left the room.
“So we’re resting, huh?
Just resting?
The kind of resting I’m thinking of?”
Once out of the inner room, Jiang Wang heard Su Qi incessantly questioning.
Earlier, in the inner room, he had stayed as quiet as possible, fearful of drawing attention.
Now feeling the danger had passed, he completely let loose.
His voice was rough and grating, truly annoying.
Based on the character shown by these warriors of the Holy Tribe.
Bazi would probably beat him up, and Qishu would likely mock him with cold sarcasm.
But since Jiuye was the one escorting him, only one answer ca back: “Yes.”
Jiang Wang turned his head and saw Su Qi heave a deep sigh of relief, his eyes brimming with tears as he said, “Mommy, I thought I was going to be eaten.”
For a grown man to sound so “fragile”…
Observing his “rival”, Jiang Wang imdiately turned his gaze back and couldn’t help shivering.
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