The Great Elder did not speak, and the room fell into a temporary silence.

A mysterious silence.

Alan kept looking at Jiang Si, his eyes changing constantly.

After an unknown amount of time, the Great Elder finally spoke: "Elder Hua has already told you, my tribe's Saint is seriously ill and cannot appear in front of the tribe members, so please take her place and comfort the tribe members."

Jiang Si nodded slightly.

"Well, I will tell you some necessary things in the next few days. At the New Fire Festival in seven days, you will appear in front of the tribe as a saint and take the responsibility of obtaining fire..." After the elder finished speaking, he asked Jiang Si in a gentle manner, "Do you understand?"

Jiang Si nodded again and said concisely: "I understand."

She couldn't be too casual with Great Elder Wu Miao.

She was grateful to the old man in front of her, but also wary of him.

It is difficult for Elder Hua to keep her in Wu Miao, but the Great Elder has many ways to do it.

"Alan, you should take...the Saint to rest first."

A-lan glanced at the elder suddenly, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he dared not say anything. He bowed to the elder and said to Jiang Si, "Follow me."

The elder frowned slightly and reminded: "Alan, be careful about your attitude towards the Saint."

Alan's heart sank, and he said "yes" politely, with a respectful look: "Saint, please follow me."

No matter whether Alan was contemptuous or respectful, Jiang Si's expression did not change much from beginning to end, and he walked out silently.

"Wait a moment." The Great Elder spoke again.

Jiang Si stopped.

The Great Elder walked up to her step by step, stretched out his index finger and pressed lightly on her forehead.

There was a slight burning sensation, and then a red mole suddenly appeared between the eyebrows.

Alan looked excited and stared at the small red mole.

The woman in front of her had this red mole. If she had not seen the saint pass away with her own eyes, she would have really thought that the saint was standing in front of her.

"Let's go." The elder waved his hand.

As Jiang Si left, the elder's expression became subtle. In the faint fragrance that filled the room, he slowly said, "Earlier you said there was a woman in the capital of the Great Zhou who looked almost exactly like Asang. I was skeptical, but when I saw her today, I found that she was almost another Asang."

Elder Hua nodded: "Yes, what's even more amazing is that she also knows Wu Miao language. When I first saw her in the capital, I really thought it was the Saint."

The Great Elder fell silent.

Asan has been dead for more than three years.

In the past three years, the Saint has not appeared in front of the tribe members, and the tribe members and even outsiders have gradually made many speculations. Especially recently, the rumor that the Wu Miao Saint is no longer in the world has been widely spread, causing the Wu Miao to be in turmoil.

At the beginning, only she and Alan knew about the death of the saint, but now they have to let Elder Hua and others know about it. It has really reached the point where they are helpless.

This woman who looks like Asan is the true God's salvation for Wu Miao.

The great elder knelt down and bowed reverently towards a certain place.

Elder Hua then knelt down.

The place where Saint Asan meditated was not far from the Great Elder's residence. Jiang Si and Alan arrived there soon.

Alan pushed the door open and stopped, saying in a cold tone: "This is the Saint's room."

Jiang Si scanned a few eyes.

Although this room has been unoccupied for a long time, it is kept spotless.

Jiang Si sat down at the table.

The fatigue from a long journey cannot be relieved by just resting for a day or two, not to mention that she was always nervous, which made it even more tiring.

Alan was immediately annoyed when he saw this and asked angrily, "Who told you to sit down?"

Jiang Si's eyes turned slightly and he looked at Alan calmly.

Her indifference made Alan even more angry, and he said coldly: "Do you really think you are a saint? I tell you, you are just a substitute for the saint. Just follow the instructions of the great elder and complete the task. Don't move any table, chair, grass or tree in the saint's residence..."

Jiang Si listened expressionlessly.

Alan felt embarrassed for talking to himself, and looked at Jiang Si with an increasingly cold gaze: "Did you hear what I said?"

Jiang Si poured a cup of tea and handed it to her: "Miss Alan, why are you so angry? Have a cup of tea to calm down and then talk to me properly."

In order to maintain the illusion that Saint Asan is still alive, all expenses here are no different from when the saint was alive.

The tea in the teapot on the table was still warm, and it was the best scented tea.

Alan frowned and said angrily, "Who told you to touch the tea? Didn't you hear a word I said just now——"

The rest of the words stopped abruptly, and the cup of warm tea in Jiang Si's hand splashed all over Alan's face.

Tea leaves were all over her head and face, and the tea was flowing down her fair and pretty face, which looked extremely ugly.

At that moment, Alan forgot to react and stared at Jiang Si in a daze.

Jiang Si put the empty teacup back on the table and said slowly, "I told you to have a cup of tea to cool down, but Miss Alan didn't give me face, so I have to do it for you."

I've wanted to do this for a long time!

In my previous life, I always felt that I had taken over the status of someone else's master and needed to keep a low profile. In the end, I never got rid of this anger. I feel ashamed just thinking about it.

A-Lan finally reacted and pointed at Jiang Si: "You, are you crazy?"

Jiang seemed not to move. He sat on the chair and looked up at Alan.

Although Alan was in a superior position, his momentum was much stronger than the opponent's.

Jiang Si simply leaned back in his chair, looking lazy: "Miss Alan, don't you understand the situation? It was your Great Elder who invited me here. Your clan needs me, not me trying to be some shitty saint!"

Alan's face turned pale, and he was shaking with anger: "You, you dare to insult the saint——"

"Insulting the Saint?" Jiang Si raised his eyebrows, his tone as cold as ice, "Aren't you the one yelling at the Saint now?"

Alan was startled by the question, and then he said angrily: "But you are obviously fake——"

Jiang Si sneered and stood up, suddenly opening the door: "Then you stand outside and shout, saying that someone is pretending to be a saint, and let your people drive this fake saint out."

Alan turned pale with fear, and hurriedly closed the door, then propped his back against it, saying in fear, "What are you doing? Do you know what the consequences will be if the news gets out?"

Jiang Si looked at Alan deeply and smiled: "No matter what the consequences are, what does it have to do with me, a member of the Great Zhou?"

This rhetorical question left Alan speechless for a long time.

Jiang Si looked as if he was smiling: "So Miss Alan has figured out the situation now?"

"I, I--" Alan had just warned the woman in front of him not to be complacent just because she was born the same as the Saint, so as to avoid having unnecessary thoughts. As a result, she squeezed him and left him without any ability to fight back. It seemed as if cotton was stuffed in his throat, and he was choked and unable to speak.

Jiang Sigan walked to the bamboo bed and sat down, leaning against the headboard and nonchalantly instructed: "Go wash your face when you figure it out, and remember this."

"What?" Alan asked subconsciously.

"As long as I am a saint, you have to behave yourself, or I will stop doing this."