Discussed about half a cup of tea.
One of the judge elders raised his head confidently, and looked at Miao Yiyi with a smile: "Miss Miao, for the last question, you have to think carefully before answering. This elder will start now..."
"Wait."
Suddenly, a clear voice came from far and near.
That voice, a deep mezzo-soprano, was extremely majestic.
The voice of the elder judges suddenly stopped.
Immediately, he quickly raised his right hand, pressed it on his left shoulder, and bent down towards the direction of the sound.
The few elders who were still bright-eyed immediately suppressed all their emotions and saluted in the direction of the voice.
Not only that.
The Miao people were silent, and their faces were full of respect.
One by one, plop plop, knelt down on the ground.
Miao Zhilian and Miao Xuedan also knelt down.
Miao Yiyi was startled, but hadn't reacted yet.
The elder judges beside him pulled Miao Yiyi violently.
Miao Yiyi staggered and knelt on the ground.
I saw two figures at the steps of the selection platform, walking up the stage at a steady pace.
Walking in front is a woman dressed in simple Miao costumes, about thirty years old, she looks very gentle and graceful, but her whole body is majestic and noble, making people just look at her, and then they can't help but look down. Dare to look again.
Ye Qingluo also noticed.
This woman's attire seems simple.
But every pendant on the woman's body is carefully crafted and very luxurious.
Behind the woman is an old man in white robe with white hair.
Ye Qingluo recognized the woman's identity almost at the first sight——
saint.
The current saint of the Miao nationality.
Sure enough, all the Miao people said in unison: "I have seen Mrs. Saintess."
Miao Zhi, the saint of the Miao nationality, raised her hand: "There is no need to be polite in the selection ceremony of the saint."
With that said, Miao Zhi went straight to the selection platform and found an empty seat to sit down.
The elders of the judges stepped forward eagerly: "Your Majesty attaches great importance to the selection of the saint. There is indeed a very good candidate for the saint! I will bring it to the saint." Look, my lady."
"No need." Miao Zhi waved her hand, "I, the saint, can clearly see and hear everything that happened here."
After she finished speaking, she raised her eyes and looked straight at Miao Yiyi.
As soon as Miao Yiyi stood up from the ground, she noticed Miao Zhi's gaze, raised her eyes, and met Miao Zhi's probing eyes.
She was startled, and there seemed to be some emotion surging between her pupils.
However, she restrained herself.
Tightly pursed lips, did not speak.
After a while, Miao Zhi stared at Miao Yiyi, and said calmly: "There is one last question, I will ask it, do you have any opinions?"
When this sentence is asked out.
The elders were all stunned.
Miao Zhi is a saint of the Miao nationality.
Power is above the Miao patriarch!
If she has a request.
All Miao people must obey unconditionally!
However, Miao Zhi actually asked a candidate for his opinion.
Also calling myself... "I"? !
What is the relationship between Miao Zhi and this saintess candidate? !
The people are full of questions.
However, the two parties who were speculated just met their eyes and did not speak for a long time.
Miao Yiyi didn't speak.
Miao Zhi didn't rush either.
Until, after a long, long time.
Everyone felt that their breath was about to suffocate.
Miao Yiyi moved her lips slowly, her voice was very soft, revealing a trace of coolness: "My lord, may I ask?"