Bi Hongyao actually didn't have much confidence in the several reinforcement teams she had arranged, especially the Qiyan tribe.
Although she and Temujin were very good friends and had shared life and death together, the grassland and Persia were thousands of miles apart. To the other people in the Qiyan tribe, the Great Ming Religion was as unfamiliar as it could be. Especially now that the battle between the Turks and Khitans on the grassland had reached a fever pitch, Temujin was probably unable to take care of himself.
But what is touching is that the Qiyan tribe finally sent out a rescue team. Although the number of people is small, each of them is a rare master. Even in the Great Ming Sect, they are extremely rare in level. They immediately solved the dilemma here in Chenjiagu.
But Temujin did not come...
Although it is understandable that Temujin needs to stay in charge of the tribe given the current situation on the grassland, it is quite interesting to think about whether his people can have some say in an escort team composed entirely of Temujin's men.
Although Bi Hongyao had seen a lot of such things of guessing people's minds in the Great Ming Sect, she still disliked it very much and even felt a little repulsed by it. After thinking for a long time and still unable to come up with a good idea, she finally made up her mind.
"No matter what, the dignity of the Great Ming Religion must not be damaged!"
Bi Hongyao still took out the long-dusty formal dress of the Holy Maiden of the Ming Cult from the package, sat upright and began to welcome the first meeting with the escort team.
Bi Hongyao peeked out from the black veil and saw Zhou Yi's dazed look. She paused for a moment, then slowly stood up and said softly, "Please sit down, Mr. Azhe."
"Cough cough..." Zhou Yi coughed twice and slowly came back to his senses.
"I think we should have a good talk. I wonder if the Saint thinks that we should cooperate tacitly?" Zhou Yi sat calmly opposite the Saint Bi Hongyao. He no longer avoided her, and stared at the Saint Bi Hongyao closely.
"It seems that I don't need to say anything, you should know the answer, right?" Bi Hongyao asked calmly.
Zhou Yi raised his lips slightly and said, "I don't need to tell you about the hardships along the way. Saint, you also know that the masters of your Daming Zun sect, the Great Zun, and even the Western Luosha sect, will come one after another. They will not show mercy. Everyone is targeting your life."
Zhou Yi's gaze became more and more fierce, as if he wanted to see through Bi Hongyao: "So it requires not only the efforts of our escort team, but also you! Are you, the high and mighty Saint of the Ming Cult, ready?"
Bi Hongyao's expression suddenly turned stern, and a burning flame suddenly danced in her eyes. Even Zhou Yi in front of her couldn't help but exclaimed: "Don't worry! I won't forget what happened to Chen Jiagu. I will never let down the lives of those hundreds of soldiers and the two Fengyue envoys. I will return to the Daming Zun Sect at all costs!"
"At any cost?" Zhou Yi snorted coldly and said, "Have you ever thought about what you will face after you return?"
“This…” Bi Hongyao was stunned for a moment. These days she had been thinking about whether she could escape from the valley, but she had never thought about what would happen after returning.
"Since masters of the five elements and five types of demons like Shui, Huoshaxing, and Guidao Yetuo are directly involved in the action of besieging and killing the Saint, it can only prove one thing!"
Zhou Yi's eyes were as sharp as a knife, piercing Bi Hongyao's eyes: "Your Sect Master is ready to tear his face off with you. This time he wants to completely unify the entire Daming Sect. If you die, he can just support a puppet saint. But if you don't die, but return to Daming Sect intact, what will be waiting for you?"
Bi Hongyao seemed to have thought of something horrible. Her face turned pale and her lips slightly opened, but she could not make a sound.
"It's a war!" Zhou Yi didn't wait for Bi Hongyao's answer: "Once you return to the Great Ming Sect, the charge that the Sect Master assassinated the Saint will be confirmed. With such irrefutable evidence, there is only one possibility for that Sect Master!"
"There is absolutely no turning back between the sect of the Religious Master and the sect of the Saintess. Either you die or I forget you! And by that time, it won't be just a matter of the three envoys of Feng Yunyue and a few dozen personal guards of Chenjiagu!"
"That will be a real war. Nearly one million followers of the Great Ming Sect will be affected by this war. They will have to choose between you and the Sect Master, and this choice may be confirmed at the cost of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of lives."
Zhou Yi slowly walked in front of Bi Hongyao, supported his hands on the table, stared at the beautiful face in front of him, and almost word by word, he pressed out a few powerful words from his chest.
"Are you really ready for this?"
After a moment, Zhou Yi slowly walked out of the main hall. Some things always require some time for Bi Hongyao to digest, and no matter what his decision is, it has little to do with Zhou Yi. However, regarding the matter of millions of followers, he must remind this still somewhat immature Saint of the Ming Cult.
As soon as Zhou Yi walked out of the door, he was stopped by Ren Ya. She asked in confusion, "What's the matter? Are you so concerned about the Ming Cult?"
Zhou Yi shook his head and said, "Persia is thousands of miles away. What does it have to do with me? Just remind her. As for the future, she has to make the decision!"
"Then what should you do? What if you fight? What if you retreat?" Ren Ya said.
"If they retreat, then everyone will be happy! Send the Saint Girl to the Bright Summit of Yun Zhongxiao, and the rest will be a dispute between the Ming Cult of the Central Plains and the Great Ming Zun Cult of Persia, which has nothing to do with us. But if we want to fight..."
Zhou Yi's voice suddenly became low and his eyes lit up.
"Since someone has already put a knife to my neck, why should I care about my face? Of course, it's my motherfuckers! Although the Turks have firmly suppressed the Khitans, if a force of the level of the Great Ming Zunjiao suddenly appears outside the Great Wall at this time, no one dares to underestimate it. As a Central Plains person, I certainly don't mind stirring up the situation outside the Great Wall a little more!"
Upon hearing this, Ren Ya looked at Zhou Yi in a daze, her lips slightly parted, as if she was quite surprised.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Yi felt a little scared when he was stared at, and asked tremblingly, "Is there something on my face?"
"Hehe!" Ren Ya suddenly covered her mouth and laughed secretly, making a sound like a silver bell: "Brother Qianbei! I feel like you have suddenly become mature!" (To be continued)