hen this hand fits perfectly with the vertical lines of the dragon staff, grasping this ancient silver staff, the crowned and robed Xuan Shen Emperor Ruichong appears in people's vision with incompara...“That is most disrespectful,” the old priest shouted, “Release them at once!”

But judging by her expression, she seemed both amused and dumbfounded.

Qingbaji’s finger twitched, and the vine, like a snake, writhed and coiled around his arm.

The man with messy hair sat down heavily, still looking confused.

On the other hand, the thinner one propped himself up with his hands and got to his feet. Although there were traces of dirt on his face, his features were still rather handsome.

"Let's talk about the hunt later. I'll give you a satisfactory answer, Ba Zhi." Qing Jiye stepped forward and said, "Right now, there are three Dragon God envoys. What do we do"

"You don't need to answer me." Qingqi Shu gritted her teeth and said, "Stopping the hunt is my decision. I will come to satisfy Baba."

The priest seemed not to intend to interfere in this matter, only saying regarding the Dragon God's messenger, "We can verify it together tomorrow."

The "Dragon Messenger" still sitting on the ground probably came to his senses, mumbling something indistinctly.

“Eight Branches, you should not deprive them of their right to speak.” the priest said.

Qing Ba Zhi then walked over, grasped the man's chin in his hand, and with two fingers hooked out a ball-shaped object. He tossed it out the window casually. It was this very thing that suddenly silenced their tongues.

He saw the other man walking over here, and the pretty boy with the hairpin quickly followed suit, reaching out to pull the "pine ball" out of his own mouth.

"May I ask you a few questions" the person sitting on the ground said as soon as his voice recovered, immediately staring at the white-haired old woman and asking, clearly seeing who was in charge here.

The priest's voice was kind: "Of course."

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"What kind of platform are you talking about opening What do you want to do How do you verify" Finally able to speak, he clearly cherished this opportunity and asked question after question: "Who exactly are you Which tribe do you belong to What's with these so-called dragon messengers What kind of god is the Dragon God Isn't the dragon just a legend Are there other human races besides those here What will it take for you to let them go"

In ancient times, humans lived in tribes. To say that this person mixed in with them is to regard these people as relics of the ancient era.

With the vastness of the world, countless small worlds, hidden realms, and extraterrestrial worlds...There have been groups that have remained isolated from the rest of the world since ancient times, developing independently until the present day.

“Speak slowly, don’t be nervous. Under the protection of the Dragon God, you will not be harmed. I am the current priest of the Holy Clan, and I am responsible for your safety.” The old priestess's voice had a soothing power. She said kindly, “What are your names Where are you from”

"My name is Wu Quji." The disheveled man stood up, speaking as straightforwardly as beans pouring from a bamboo tube: "I come from Qi State in the Eastern Region and was born in Jinzhimen."

Another helpless shrug, seeing his honesty, he could only follow suit and say, "My name is Su Chi, from the state of Qi."

The voice was somewhat rough, incongruous with the facial appearance.

Qing Qi Shu stammered, "What is the State of Qi"

He turned his head to look at Jiang Wang: "Are you also from this place"

For some unknown reason, the old priest interrupted, saying, "The hometown of the Dragon God's messenger involves divine secrets. Don't ask too much."

Jiang Wang could probably understand Su Chi's feelings. This person named Wu Quji was too honest, a stranger in a strange land, and he directly revealed his background...

He could only vaguely reply, "I guess so."

Having escaped the state of anxiety, Wu Quji and Su Chi at this moment also noticed Jiang Wang.

Looking at his impeccable attire and radiant appearance, with a beautiful woman by his side and a cute little girl hiding behind him, one can't help but feel envious...

Everyone here is participating in the Qixinglou secret realm, and their star positions aren't that different. Even Wǔ Qūjí is ahead of some.

What right do you have!

But this will not be the time to be envious.

"I see that Wu Queji is looking very seriously at the old priest: 'I have answered all your questions, now it should be your turn to answer mine.'"

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The priest was also a little stunned, probably not expecting someone so straightforward.

But after all, she had been through a lot. After a slight pause, she said: "I'm getting old, and my memory isn't what it used to be. One by one, please. What was the first thing you asked"

“What kind of altar are you talking about” Wu Qu asked eagerly.

"No, it's not this one," the old woman strained her mind. "One question further back."

Wu Quji thought for a moment, and repeated, "May I ask you a few questions"

“No.” The old priest replied flatly.

Wǔqùjí: ...

...

Wu went to seek the answer directly, he wasn't stupid. The old priestess refused to answer his questions, of course, he wouldn't dare draw his sword and hold it against her neck to force an answer.

Besides keeping silent, there is no other option.

"Alas, I'm getting old and my spirits are low," the old woman sighed. "Seven trees, nine leaves, eight branches—you three, send those three prospective Dragon God emissaries to rest first. Tomorrow we will open the altar for verification and see which one is truly chosen by the Dragon God as a messenger to help my sacred race be reborn."

"Grandma, let Qinghua go deliver it." Qingqi mumbled, "I'll stay here and give Babizhi an explanation later."

His expression was resolute. Xiangsha had originally lost, no matter what, he couldn't let Jiuyè apologize for him.

Bachi let out a snort: "Let those stinking men get near the Blue Flower You really thought that up. As for what to do, just wait until the Dragon Envoy is confirmed! If none of them are real, do you think you and Jiuyé can escape"

Jiang Wang and Wu Quji both couldn't help but glare at Baba. Those eight braids, calling everyone a stinky man, was really annoying.

Wu went to sniff himself... He'd dragged himself all the way here, and it really did smell.

The priest waited for a moment, seeing that Qing Qi Shu and Qing Jiu Ye remained silent. He nodded slightly: "Then you two go down first."

Her gaze swept over Jiang Wang, Wu Quji, and Su Chi one by one. "The three of you should rest well tonight and don't worry about safety issues. Entry and exit from the Shenyin Realm require permission, so it's very safe here."

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Jiang Wang grasped the meaning behind her words - this place was safe, but if you wanted to run, you couldn't escape. Don't make things harder on yourselves.

It's probably the experience of Wù Qùjì and Sū Jì seeing Qīng Bāzhī and running away that reminded her of this sentence.

Since Qingbaizhi returned from the Shenyin Land, Qingqishi's mood hadn't been good. After Baizhi questioned him about the Xiangsha matter, he became even more sullen.

Eight branches sent Wu to recover from illness, nine leaves sent Su Qi, and seven trees sent Jiang Wang.

They divided into these three groups and walked out.

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“Is it just a rest Really just a rest Is it the kind of rest I understand”

As soon as Jiang Wang stepped out of the inner room, he heard Su Chi relentlessly pursuing questions.

Before, in that space, I would remain silent if I could. I was afraid of being noticed. There, it felt like escaping danger, and everything just relaxed.

The voice was rough and unpleasant, quite grating.

The personalities exhibited by these few samurai of the Holy Clan.

Ba Zhi would probably beat him up, and Qi Shu would probably sneer at him.

But all she gave him was nine leaves, and simply replied, “Yes.”

Jiang Wang turned her head and saw Su Chi let out a deep breath, tears welling in his eyes, "Mother, I thought I would be eaten."

It's... unusual for someone of such stature to speak with such a "fragile" tone.

Upon observing "the competitors," Jiang Wang immediately turned his gaze away, unable to help but shiver.

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