Xi Yan was excited, and he wanted to continue, but the temple priest had already interrupted him: "Xi Yan."

Xi Yan looked over inexplicably: "Lord Priest?"

The emotion on his face gradually subsided as he sensed what the temple priest seemed to want to say to him.

"Look it up again."

The priest of the temple only said this, but Xi Yan's pupils trembled violently: "Why don't you check?"

The temple priest didn't explain, and there was a hint of compassion in his brow.

The joy in Xi Yan's heart was suddenly extinguished by a basin of ice water, and his eyes gradually sank.

「...... I'll look it up." After a while, Xi Yan made up his mind, and he spoke firmly, "No matter what happens later, but before I reach that moment, I still want to move forward."

The temple priest didn't say anything, she bowed her head slightly, "It's your choice."

Maybe she had anticipated Xi Yan's choice long before that sentence was spoken, but she still said it.

......

Since that day, Xi Yan still comes to the temple from time to time, but he no longer tells the priests of the temple what he has received.

This time, he witnessed the death of another group of people in the temple.

Countless coffins were placed on top of the main hall, surrounded by candles and faint candles, flickering with bright and warm light, dispelling the shadows in the dark hall.

The priest of the temple stood in the center of the main hall, and the priests behind him gazed at the coffins with pity, and their mouths were full of words.

Xi Yan stood outside the hall and listened, they were speaking ancient languages, many of which were awkward words, but he knew that they were praying for these people.

In the past few years, groups of people in the temple have died of old age or illness, and the originally magnificent temple can't help but show a trace of fatigue because it has no new strength.

Xi Yan also asked the priest why the temple no longer recruited candidates, but the priest only said that this was the arrangement of the priest of the temple.

Now—Xi Yan's gaze swept over the coffins and fell on the temple priest with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes drooping.

He got a message the other day.

The Great General had already arrived at the base camp of the frontier, and the tribal peoples who had been preparing to form an alliance to launch an attack were quiet again when they heard of the General's return.

This is a good thing for the loss of the country.

It's a pity that Xi Yan's face didn't have the joy he had before, his eyes reflected the flickering candles in the hall, and his expression was gloomy and contemplative.

After the send-off ceremony, the priest of the temple walked out of the main hall surrounded by a group of priests, and as soon as she looked up, she saw Xi Yan standing outside the hall.

He seemed to be staring at her, but his eyes were unfocused, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Xi Yan." The temple priest called him back, glanced at him and walked forward, "Come with me."

Xi Yan quickly followed.

"What do you want to ask?"

The temple priest did not look back.

Xi Yan only hesitated for a moment and then asked dryly: "Since the priest knows his fate through the heavens, and his eyes of insight can be used in the future, why haven't he thought about saving the declining situation?"

With the belief and reverence of the people of the country for theocracy, if the priests of the temple had this idea, it must have been easier to achieve than the change of royal power.

Although the priests of the temple do not interfere in the human world...... But what if the turmoil also affects the temple itself? He could see that the temple was also declining.

The temple priest chuckled and glanced back at him, as if relieved that he had finally thought of this.

"Xi Yan, fate is just a river that has no fork in the road to me."

"And then?"

Xi Yan looked confused.

The smile deepened in the temple priest's eyes, "It means that if I make a move, the price is not something you can afford."

「......」

Xi Yan was silent.

Perhaps watching from the sidelines is already the greatest mercy of the temple priests.

The priest of the temple sighed softly, "Because my birth was accompanied by the fall...... This murmuring voice was swept by the spring breeze and drifted into the distance.

Xi Yan subconsciously stopped, staring at the back of the temple priest leaving, and a turbulent wave set off in his heart.

......

Half a year after the general's expedition, Xi Yan suddenly broke the news of the frontier.

At that time, the third prince and the sixth prince were already in deep trouble, and both sides suffered a lot of losses.

Xi Yan was very irritable about the news cut-off, and he almost couldn't help but expose all the hole cards in his hand.

He summoned the steward of the restaurant.

"None of those spies have returned?"

"Yes."

The steward broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, and nodded solemnly: "Originally, they had been operating in the cities that had rebelled before, but half a month ago, we suddenly lost contact with them."

"Dead?"

「...... Quite possibly."

The steward replied cautiously.

They weren't worried that those spies would betray them, after all, they were dead soldiers trained by Xi Yan himself, and even if they betrayed, they would be poisoned and killed within a month.

"The last news came back to me."

Xi Yan rubbed his eyebrows, the irritability between his eyebrows became clearer, and the strange premonition in his heart was also frantically reminding him of the loss of control at this time.

"Yes."

The steward looked at his master's current state, and didn't dare to disturb at all, and hurriedly submitted those secret letters.

Xi Yan waved his hand, and the steward hurriedly withdrew from the room.

He spread out the secret letters, frowning and reading them one by one.

"There has been a lot of movement in the general's military camp recently, and it is suspected that the nomadic tribe is about to counterattack."

「......」

"Suspected rebel generals have been found in the city."

When he saw the last secret letter, Xi Yan's eyes flashed, and he immediately picked it up and studied it carefully.

He remembered that the spies who had sent back the secret letter were stationed in the same city that had been captured by the rebels.

Could it be ...... The rebels are fighting back?

Thinking of this, Xi Yan frowned fiercely, now Si Yan was preparing to fight in front, but a fire broke out in his backyard......

In addition, in addition to the grain and grass that Si Yan took away at the beginning, these wastes in the national capital only cared about themselves, and they didn't even think about sending supplies and sending soldiers and horses over!

If the rebels really fought back, then they could completely cut off the connection between Ember and the national capital......

Xi Yan couldn't sit still any longer, so he stood up and rushed to the palace.

......

The king looked at Xi Yan in front of him with a look of surprise, as if he couldn't imagine that the words just now were said by his most delicate son.

"Father!"

Xi Yan raised his voice to draw his attention.

The king's eyes rolled slightly, but he didn't really think about Xi Yan's proposal just now, he just said, "It's not something you worry about, you should trust the general!"

「......」

Xi Yan suppressed the anger between his eyebrows.

To put it lightly! The frontier problem has been plaguing them since the establishment of the lost country, how can it be solved by Si Yan alone!