Zong Lizi and Hua Xi didn't understand this simple conversation at all. Yet, Jiang Yuxia understood it and realized that Jing Jiu was more powerful than she had imagined. She knelt down on the ground with a pale face, saying, "If this has something to do with my uncle, please forgive him … please detain him for a while and ask him."
Jing Jiu was a person who valued his promises, both to others and to himself. As such, he didn't pay any attention to her.
The female priest said nonchalantly while looking at her, "I'll give you three minutes to persuade him; otherwise, nobody will be able to keep him alive."
The night wind ruffled her clothes and the flower petals on the surface of the water. It wasn't until now that she displayed the awe-inspiring aura of a female priest.
Thinking of her remaining life and her own, she exclaimed sentimentally, "I've just embarked on a new path, and now there's an internal rebellion?"
"It's not a rebellion. You don't have to go either," said Jing Jiu while looking at the distant prairie.
He didn't look at Jiang Yuxia as he spoke, meaning that he wasn't talking to her.
Of course, everybody knew that he meant that she didn't have to go.
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It was probably to highlight the magnificence of the praying hall, or it was the result of the invasion of the Sea of Dark Matter, that there were no buildings within a radius of one hundred miles of the praying hall, save for the boundless prairie.
In fact, the soil on this prairie had been severely desertified. The reason it could remain green all year round was that the government had paid a high price to maintain it. The nutrients in the soil were insufficient, so there was no forest here. A tree could only be seen a long distance away.
The scene of the low tree in the wilderness was beautiful, but it was inconvenient to conceal one's tracks.
As such, the cloaking device of the high-speed flying device of the Mo clan had been activated the entire time. As a result, the tree trembled incessantly and the leaves fell all over the ground.
Mr. Xia picked the fallen leaf off his shoulder expressionlessly and asked the head of the Mo clan, "Do you know what you are doing?"
The head of the Mo clan stared into his eyes for a long time before he suddenly laughed out, saying, "What I'm about to do is what the priest clan has wanted to do for hundreds of years."
"Do you intend to do this in the name of the priest clan by deceiving me and bringing me here?" Mr. Xia said expressionlessly, "I want to remind you that no matter how bold we are, we dare not disrespect the High Priest. Are you really not afraid that your whole family will be destroyed?"
On each planet, the Priestess had a very high status. She would receive the full support of the government and the military, as well as the loyalty of the priests and believers.
However, the power that could truly allow a priestess to maintain her holiness came from the entire priestess lineage.
Any force that attempted to challenge the dignity of the female priests would be attacked collectively by all the female priests in the Federation of the Milky Way.
History had long since proved that no matter how powerful those forces seemed, they could only welcome the fate of being annihilated in the end.
The priest clan represented by Mr. Xia had served the female priests on the Stargate Planet for many generations. They indeed had their own ambitions, but they were only limited to training a female priest in the clan; they dared not betray the clan.
Tonight, after knowing the intention of the priestess, his will became very depressed, but he did not dare to resist. This was the reason.
"Of course I'm afraid. That's why I need you to transfer the members of the priest clan and those whom you can influence away from the praying hall."
The head of the Mo clan said to him with a faint smile, "And don't worry. I won't disrespect the High Priest even if I have ten thousand guts, nor will I harm your daughter. But if those people dare leave the praying hall, they will die for sure."
A mocking smile suddenly showed on Mr. Xia's wooden face, as he said, "Do you know who is in the praying hall at the moment? How dare you say such a thing? "
The head of the Mo clan was taken aback a bit, before asking, "Do you mean … that military officer?"
He had seen the attitudes of the chief executive and the director of the base toward that young military officer at the site of the selection of the female priest, so he guessed that she must have an extraordinary background.
"You know nothing about the resources of the priest clan, but you dare to meddle with them. You really don't know how to spell the word 'death'."
Having said that, Mr. Xia didn't pay any more attention to him. He walked to the foot of the tree and started resting with his eyes closed while leaning against the tree trunk. It was evident that he was waiting for the head of the Mo clan to die.
The head of the Mo clan fell silent for a long time. Looking at the stars in the night sky, he murmured in a low voice, "The problem is, I'm aware of the power of some people; but what can I do about it?"
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A corner of the gray screen was suddenly lifted up and then dropped down violently.
It was unclear what material the screen was made of, but it returned to its original state after a few swings.
"I've received the news from the fleet that something abnormal has happened …"
Ran Handong walked toward the female priest while holding the military cap in her right hand while rubbing her messy hair. She suddenly saw Jing Jiu and asked with arched eyebrows, "Who are you?"
She had left the fleet to take a vacation. As soon as she came to the Stargate Base, she was asked by the female priest to take charge of the second test. Though she was not tired, she felt more sleepy after relaxing her body. As such, she took a nap. She didn't really care who would be the next female priest of the Stargate.
Jing Jiu didn't pay any attention to her.
Ran Handong stopped staring at Jing Jiu and said to the female priest, "Aunt, I've just checked and found that many people have left the praying hall."
The female priest shot a glance at Jiang Yuxia.
Jiang Yuxia was aware that the priest clan must have played a role in it, her face growing paler.
"But it doesn't matter. We'll stay here for a while. Nobody can break into the praying hall anyway."
Ran Handong put on the military cap and said, "I've already informed the fleet. A battleship will come down soon. By then, those guys will be brought to the military trial. They're a bunch of idiots … and they've dared target the praying hall."
Unexpectedly, the female priest didn't pay any attention to her. She turned to Jing Jiu and asked softly, "What do you mean?"
Though the female priest pretended to be nonchalant on purpose, Ran Handong could still sense the well-concealed respect on her face. Feeling startled, she wondered who this youth in blue clothing was.
Jing Jiu wasn't willing to waste time on these trivial matters. "Let's go," he said after getting up.
He said this to Zong Lizi, just like what he said to the disciples of Shenmo Peak in the other world.
Zong Lizi got up hastily without a second thought. She picked up the hem of her priest robe and followed Jing Jiu with quick and quick steps, like those disciples of Shenmo Peak.
She had completely forgotten that she was the successor of the female priest and should stay in the praying hall.
Seeing this, Hua Xi covered her mouth with her hands, unable to utter a single word.
Ran Handong moved her lips slightly. Looking at the two figures disappearing on the other side of the gray screen, she turned to the female priest and said, "Is this the successor you've chosen? Is there something wrong with her brain … "
Her voice stopped abruptly; it was because the female priest had prostrated on the ground, bidding farewell to the figure outside the screen.
Jiang Yuxia came back to her senses and got up hastily to catch up with her.
Jing Jiu and Zong Lizi had already arrived at the grand hall of the praying hall, heading toward the outside along the long stone path.
The main preacher of Shou 'er City followed them on the stone path with his body hunched. He was so anxious that his forehead was full of sweat. He intended to persuade the two of them to leave the praying hall because there were many dangers hidden in the darkness of night outside the praying hall. For the sake of safety … he suddenly thought of the identity of Jing Jiu and thought that the gods were omnipotent, so they wouldn't care about the malice of mortals.
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The darkness of night outside the praying hall was very dark, as if it would swallow this magnificent building.
A dozen main preachers and Jiang Yuxia followed the two of them to the front gate of the praying hall, halting their steps.
The long white stone steps looked like a passage leading from the Abyss to the divine kingdom. It was quiet up ahead. The only sound they could hear was the rustling of the wild grass in the wind and the scattered trees in the distant field could be vaguely seen.
A few bright stars could be seen in the highest part of the night sky, which were the battleships on their way back.
The tranquil night seemed to be a safe place; but in fact, a great many cruel gazes were gazing at them.
Jing Jiu motioned for Zong Lizi to follow behind him, and then he headed down the stone steps without hesitation.
An hour ago, he had been bowed to by countless important figures and populace; but now he had to flee for his life.
Thinking of this, Zong Lizi had a complicated emotion; but she didn't halt her steps. She followed closely behind Jing Jiu.
Jiang Yuxia and the main preachers watched their steps nervously. Once in a while, they lifted their eyes to look at the darkness of night, hoping to see those wild animals ready to strike at any moment.
Nothing had happened. Zong Lizi's footsteps landed on the stone steps, giving off a clear sound.
It wasn't until they reached the bottom of the last stone step that Jing Jiu suddenly halted his steps.
No matter how heavy the wind and rain was, he would go wherever he wanted to go. Nobody and nothing had ever been able to stop him, even if the world was about to be destroyed in front of him.
What or what had stopped him?
Zong Lizi didn't expect him to stop so abruptly. She bumped into his back before she could react.
There were a few soft sounds.
A few lines appeared on the blue tracksuits.
A few lines also appeared on his trousers.
A few lines also appeared on Jing Jiu's face.
As the night wind blew over, the lines spread out like the ripples on the water, gradually separating and forming a rupture.
Of course, the lines on his face only sank slightly before they returned to normal.
It turned out that there were many invisible lines in front of him.
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