The elders were talking at once, and it seemed that they would not stop until they saw the Saint Girl.

The Great Elder naturally would not let Jiang Si come out to see people at this time.

Fake is fake after all. If the truth is revealed now, we won’t even be able to attend the New Fire Festival tomorrow.

For the great elder, the most urgent thing is to appease the tribe members and intimidate the outsiders. As for the rest, we can talk about it later.

"Don't worry, elders. Asan will definitely show up at the New Fire Festival." No matter what the elders said, the Great Elder remained unmoved.

The elder with a long face said unwillingly: "Grand Elder, since the Saint Girl has come out of seclusion, why can't she come out to meet people now? Is there something wrong?"

The Great Elder's eyes turned cold, and he stared at the long-faced elder and asked slowly, "What do you think is the problem, Elder An?"

The one in the clan who is even more skilled in disguise than the Great Elder is this Elder An.

Elder Rong's eyes flickered, and he thought to himself, "Could it be that the Great Elder hasn't heard of the recent rumors?"

Everyone's expressions changed.

They had all heard the rumor, but no one wanted to speak about it openly.

"Rumors?" The Great Elder looked tense.

The long-faced elder said bluntly: "Yes, the tribesmen all said that the saint had not appeared for a long time. She was not in seclusion for cultivation, but had passed away long ago-"

"Nonsense!" The great elder slammed the table, his face full of anger, "Elder An, our clan members are ignorant and believe those rumors, but as an elder of our clan, why do you still believe those nonsense?"

Elder Rong Long-face did not back down: "In this case, why don't you ask the Saint to come out and see us, so that we can feel at ease."

The elder turned his back and said firmly, "You can go back. You will see Ah Sang at the New Fire Festival tomorrow."

Seeing how resolute the Great Elder was, everyone left in disappointment.

Elder Rong Changlian returned with an extremely gloomy face. A second-generation elder who was close to him advised him, "Since the Great Elder said that the Saint Girl will appear at the New Fire Festival, you should not argue with the Great Elder. Everything will be clear tomorrow."

The long-faced elder Rong looked uncertain: "I am afraid that the great elder is covering up everything and fooling the tribesmen... Forget it, we will talk about it tomorrow."

The next day was a fine day.

With the good weather and the arrival of the New Fire Festival, the faces of the Wu Miao people are filled with smiles.

But beneath this smile lies anxiety.

It's the annual New Fire Festival again, will the Saint appear?

If the saint still doesn't show up, is the rumor true?

As soon as they thought of this possibility, these ordinary tribesmen felt great panic.

If there was no Saint, how could the Wu Miao, whose lineage had been cut off, become the leaders of dozens of tribes? How could they have no worries about food and clothing?

The village gate was opened and people from more than a dozen tribes came.

Each tribe, with as many as a dozen or as few as a few people, will participate in the New Fire Festival under the chairmanship of the Wu Miao chief elder to retrieve new fire for their respective tribes.

This is the only day of the year when they can enter the Wu Miao village.

There are countless poisonous insects in the Wu Miao tribe, and miasma is all around. Only by wearing the special sachets given by the Wu Miao people at the door can you guarantee that you will not be invaded by poisonous insects and miasma.

This sachet is only effective for half a day, just enough for foreigners to attend the New Fire Festival.

People dressed in different clothes came in, men and women, old and young. If you look closely, you can find that these people are keeping a vague distance from the few people in blue.

The faces of those people in blue clothes had little expression. Even the only young boy had a blank look on his face. He did not have the curiosity that people of his age should have.

The Wu Miao elders, led by the Grand Elder, greeted these people.

A middle-aged man in a white robe asked with a fake smile, "Great Elder, who is the one who started the fire today? Did you do it yourself like last year?"

The great elder glanced at the man and said calmly, "As the great elder of the Wu Miao tribe, I would be more pious if I did it myself. Could it be that the leader of the Xue Miao tribe dislikes this?"

The man laughed and said, "Great Elder, you are joking. How dare I complain? It's just that in the past, the person who made the fire was always the Wu Miao Saint, but in recent years, it's you who has done it. It's a bit strange."

People from other tribes exchanged glances quietly, each with their own thoughts.

Wu Miao and Xue Miao did not appear to be at odds with each other, but in fact they had been in opposition for a long time.

In fact, the Xue Miao and Wu Miao were originally one tribe, but later they split up due to some conflicts and became two tribes. The Xue Miao was weak, and in the eyes of other tribes they were only dependent on the Wu Miao, but this was obviously not the case for the Xue Miao.

Especially since the previous Saint of Wu Miao was vacant and the current Saint had not appeared for several years, Xue Miao had already been eager to make a move.

The great elder drank a sip of tea calmly and said, "Patriarch Xue Miao does not need to worry about the affairs of our tribe."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a horn suddenly resounded throughout the entire village. Everyone fell silent, and the sound of the horn became louder and louder.

Amid the incessant sound of horns, a woman in black clothes and black hair slowly walked over, step by step, towards the platform.

The quiet scene was broken after a moment, and the Wu Miao people started to riot.

"Saint, it's the Saint!"

With a thud, someone knelt down, followed by countless tribesmen kneeling down and kowtowed to the woman in black.

People from other tribes looked at each other in bewilderment, and the expression of the Xue Miao chief changed even more.

Is the Wu Miao Saint really still alive?

He followed the black-clothed woman with a burning gaze. Compared to the young girl three years ago, the woman in front of him was more mature, but it was undoubtedly the same person.

At this moment, the Snow Miao tribe leader felt deeply depressed.

In contrast to other tribes, the Wu Miao people were clearly encouraged and looked excited.

Jiang Si walked to the platform in front of thousands of people and performed a set of worship and blessing rituals without any mistakes, which made the great elders and others who were secretly worried breathe a sigh of relief.

"Make a fire--" the elder shouted.

Jiang Si held the flint and started to make a fire.

The specially processed wood soon produced a bright flame.

The scene was immediately filled with joy, the sound of cheerful gongs and drums rang out, and people began to sing and dance.

Jiang Si stood on the high platform and looked in the direction of the Great Elder. She saw the Great Elder nodded slightly at her and smiled.

She turned her eyes slightly and scanned the surroundings casually, her sight lingering for a moment at a certain place.

The young man standing behind an old man in blue looked very familiar.

Jiang Si quickly recognized who the young man was. It was Yunchuan, the corpse-driving boy he had rescued on his way south.

The unexpected discovery of the corpse-driving boy did not stir much emotion in Jiang Si's heart. She walked down the platform silently and went towards the location of the great elder.

The dancing tribesmen followed the saint whom they had not seen for a long time, with relaxed smiles on their faces as if a heavy burden had been lifted, making their dance moves more graceful and agile.

The scene became more and more lively, and people of some status began to join the dancing crowd, including people from other tribes.

The love for singing and dancing is deeply engraved in these people's bones and is an important way for them to express their joy.

The corpse-driving boy Yunchuan also walked into the dancing crowd.

He went not to dance, but to spot a familiar face.