"I am ashamed to face Your Majesty's trust!"
"I've done nothing, allowing Shu to become such a state!"
Behind him, Qiong Siliu saw Helian Mountain in this way, his gaze deep as a pool, straightened himself, and spoke:
"The National Master has worked earnestly for Daqian; this matter is not your fault, do not be saddened. Let's not talk about the world, but if we want to save Shu as it is now, the National Master and our Majesty must learn to let go."
This Temple Priest of the Martial Temple uttered startling words in a very calm tone at the end.
Helian Mountain's background shook, not turning his head around, his facial expression obscured, only several clear fingerprints emerged on the back of the chair he grasped.
"At this time, Lord Qiong says such things, if not for my knowledge of the Lord being the top figure in the Martial Temple, closely connected to Daqian's luck, I would have thought that the Lord had also grown an ulterior motive."
