The sound of the wheels, which was not loud to begin with, was about to disappear. Xia Jinghong and Xia Xu, holding lanterns, followed the adjutant and several senior officials behind them, more than 20 meters away, and lined up in an orderly team to follow the Zou Shou Church's convoy gradually to another part of the avenue. They were like little ghosts following the errands of the great god. Their original status was insignificant, and they had to bend slightly to hold the lanterns, which was very humble. But this was also a way for the people of Daxia to express their respect. They would not be as vain as Gou Longbangshi to take the favor of the Zou Shou Church.

The road to the Savage Grassland seemed to lead straight to the sky. This was the end of one section of the road and the beginning of another, so the people on both sides greeted and bid farewell, bowing for a long time without standing up. Only when the convoy passed in front of them and completely left their position, they slowly straightened up and watched them go away.

The people of the Zoushou Church didn't say a word, but the soldiers and civilians didn't find it strange. Just like going to the battlefield with weapons in hand is considered serious, a strong man must have a demeanor to appear ordinary. In the eyes of the soldiers and civilians, the people in the 19 carriages of the Zoushou Church, which were dressed in glorious colors, were like gods, beyond the scope of human beings. With their views, the Zoushou Church didn't do so many things in vain.

The carriage was still moving very slowly. Xia Jinghong and Xia Xu could catch up with it with their own legs if they increased their speed. When the convoy reached the other end of the avenue, neither the wandering dragon nor the wild beast pulling the carriage made any movement. Everything returned to normal, as if they did not want to affect anything, not even a wisp of wind was willing to take it away, and they did not want to make a big fuss to tell everyone that we were leaving, and to tell the people in front of the grassland that we were coming.

Perhaps this is why there are so few people in the Zou Shou Church. There is no airs at all, and many people only appreciate it and will not devote themselves to it. After all, there are very few people who are willing to give all the time without asking for anything in return. Many people run themselves to pieces for small change, but at least they get something in return. Unlike them, they are like elves in the clouds, standing at a very high altitude. If they can get rid of food and clothing, they will become immortals.

The convoy passed the other end of the avenue and the church, and then they left completely. They slowly drove towards the grassland of Goulong Bangshi, slowly passed through this flat border without any ups and downs, and gradually disappeared from everyone's eyes. The convoy came from the rich night and returned to the night, ethereal and mysterious, like a fairy descending to the mortal world, and returned after walking around without leaving a word.

Xia Jinghong and Xia Xu walked side by side, and the lanterns on both sides of the avenue behind them suddenly lit up again, making the road as bright as a street in the dark. When the vehicles from the first church were there before, they were dim without any luster. Perhaps this was the color of the lights, and ordinary people could hardly see them except for practitioners.

As a general of a country, Xia Jinghong's patriotism is undoubtedly top-notch, so he stood for a long time, and only when he could no longer see any movement of the carriage in the night did he breathe a sigh of relief and turn to look at the tens of thousands of soldiers.

"Get on the horse and set off——"

Xia Jinghong took the horse brought by the soldier and galloped on the road. He was quiet before, like a scholar who saw a vast landscape and seemed to be about to compose a poem, but suddenly he changed and returned to his original appearance. His deep eyes were filled with cold fighting spirit, which invisibly aroused the hearts of the entire army, making the flame burn in the cold wind, and it became more and more prosperous, swaying as if it would never go out. This army had been silent for many years, lying in the wilderness, and now it suddenly woke up, as if it had really come alive.

The horses' hooves splashed frost and ice, and Xia Xu followed closely. Afterwards, thousands of horses and soldiers moved one by one. Suddenly, the neighing of horses startled the sky, and the whips and shouts disturbed the night, and everything was in chaos!

The previous tranquility was completely torn apart. The common people and the old, weak, sick and disabled soldiers who stayed behind to guard Yancheng looked at each other and prayed secretly with their hearts surging. After this farewell, they did not expect everyone to return, but only hoped that there would be some survivors of their Xia family army, which would be considered a blessing from heaven, leaving a glimmer of hope for the army that had guarded the northern border for ten years.

This contrast was like a mockery, heard by the people in the distant caravan, and made them secretly shake their heads in the warm light of the candles. The middle-aged man in the yellow robe stroked his long beard, feeling sad as if he had done nothing for many years, so he sighed:

"The things in the shrine are only used for offerings, but the purpose and original intention of prayer are forgotten. Sometimes I really doubt whether all our efforts are of any use."

Opposite the middle-aged man in yellow robe was a man covered with a blanket. He was handsome with well-defined shoulders and arms. But in his eyes, he seemed to see Xia Jinghong and Xia Xu leading the Xia family army full of fighting spirit towards the western battlefield.

Their faces were rough, and they faced the cold wind in the dark, and the frost raised by the horses' hooves, letting it turn their skin into stone. They had no time to care, and they took a breath of cold air while riding fast, and quickly warmed it with their lungs, but they still felt cold for a long time. But their eyes were fixed on the front, as if they had seen the battlefield.

Three years ago, when the Southern Merchants attacked Daxia, they were the first to rush to the front line and worked the hardest, but they were only treated as ordinary soldiers and had no soldiers to command. Now, they will lead their own army and rush into the enemy camp regardless of dangers. They may arrive late, but they will definitely be braver than anyone else! In these years in the northern border, the Xia family army has trained themselves to be able to fight in any environment without panic even if they are possessed by frost.

"Hey, are you listening to me?"

"Um."

The man in the yellow robe was a little impatient and said to the handsome man covered with a blanket:

"Then give me a response?"

"Don't think too much, just do what you should do. If you think promoting peace and morality is useless, think about the other things we are doing. You should also know that walking in the wilderness is not only for promoting peace and morality, but also for that formation. In a sense, this formation is the purpose of our walking, and promoting peace is just to keep in mind our original intention."

"That formation has never been activated, never used, it will only dissipate over time and only consume our energy."

"But you have been doing this for many years and will continue to do so."

Compared to the irritable man in yellow robe, the man covered with blanket was obviously much calmer. He had no complaints even though he entered Gou Longbang clan again this time.

Before entering Daxia, they went to Goulong Bangshi and then came along the Changbai Mountain Range. According to the previous route, they should go south to the Southern Kingdom and then explore the disappearance of the Cloud Kingdom. But this time they turned back and came to this place that the Zou Shou Church did not like.

The Goulongbang clan is stubborn and self-righteous, and outsiders are disgusted by them. Of all the countries, they are the only ones who have the least respect for themselves, just like there is no welcome at the border. Although they can tolerate such disregard, it is wrong to do so.

Every time they entered the Goulongbang clan, they felt that other countries were their home. Every time they saw the sarcastic and arrogant look of the Goulongbang clan, they missed the kindness of the people in other countries. But they still had to go in and start a three-year journey. They didn't know how the children they rescued in the past were doing now.

In the carriage, the man covered with a blanket could see everything in the world with his spiritual eyes. He saw many children sleeping in the arms of their parents, and many people getting up to start their busy day. Some unlucky people dropped the candle in their hands and almost hit their feet, but they sighed a few times, walked into the darkness in a very decadent manner, and completed the work at hand based on familiarity and instinct.

“You can complain when things don’t go your way, but remember not to dwell on them, or you’ll be blinded by imagined grievances.”

"Why are you as weird as the Pope?"

The man in the yellow robe rolled up his robe and took a nap in the spacious carriage. People of high status have the same worries as people of low status. This is normal!