After the war, the Western Rong retreated and the beasts returned to the mountain.

In this battle, Xianda left behind the corpses all over the ground and finally broke out of the siege. The snow outside the city was dyed blood red, with residual limbs and arrows everywhere.

After the woman in white returned to the city, she heard a cry of sadness.

There is no doubt that although the Xirong attacked the city, the Xue tribe's resistance was fierce, it was inevitable that some people would be killed in battle.

At this time, some wounded people were still wearing feather arrows, and many people squatted around the wounded people, and the scene was sad.

"Saint..." When people saw her, they wiped their tears hard and shouted.

Another young man said with red eyes: "Saint, Ashan and the others are all dead..."

Seeing this scene and hearing these words from the tribe members, a hint of unbearableness appeared on the cold and beautiful face of the woman in white. Then she closed her eyes and said, "Send them to heal."

At this time, a man walked over quickly, then bent down with his fists and said, "Saint, the three elders, please come over."

Hearing this, the woman in white paused at first, and then said softly: "I understand."

Although the people of the Snow Clan are mainly about her and are very afraid of her, there are still three respectable elders in the clan. They did not accept the conditions of the Western Rong this time, and the battle was her decision. Next, the three elders will definitely ask.

After the matter here was handled, the woman in white took a deep breath and then walked towards the most solemn part of the city.

It was an ancient temple and also the place where people from the Snow Clan sacrificed.

After she arrived here, the three elders had been waiting for a long time.

All three of them were old, with crutches in their hands and their beards and hair were white, but their faces were rosy and they were well maintained.

Seeing her come in, the three of them looked at each other.

The woman in white went straight forward, first passed by the three of them, respectfully lit a stick of incense directly above, then turned around, looked at the three of them and said, "If you have anything, please ask me."

She had an invisible aura that directly overwhelmed the three old men.

When the latter three men heard this, they looked at each other first, and then the elder took the lead and said, "You are the saint of my Snow Clan, and you are responsible for protecting the tribe. Why is this happening today?"

"There is a traitor in the clan and I have been executed." The woman said directly, without any nonsense.

The three of them looked at each other again, and someone else said, "I heard that before the war started, the Western Rong sent an envoy to send gold, silver, silk and satin to discuss with you. Why don't you respond? Instead, I ask my tribe members to go through this bloody battle."

Hearing this, the woman in white glanced at the old man and asked, "What the second elder means is that gold, silver, silk and satin are more important than life and death of our tribe?"

"No, I didn't say that, I was just asking you." The old man returned.

"Okay." The woman in white said: "This battle is not my original intention, but my tribe, and I cannot agree to the conditions of the Western Rong."

"What do they want to do?" the third elder couldn't help but ask.

"They want my snow tribe to take them through the snow mountain." The woman said: "The purpose is undoubtedly to raid Xiping Pass. If I agree, it will not be the current matter."

"But your decision..." said an elder.

"My decision was not wrong." The woman interrupted him directly and said calmly: "First, although our snow clan is isolated from the world, they are also Chinese. The Western Rong is a foreign enemy. If I respond to him, wouldn't it send them into the pass and kill my Chinese compatriots?"

"Second, once Xiping Pass is lost, the Xirong will commit a big killing in Qin, and the Qin army will inevitably counterattack. At that time, we will not settle the score with our Xue Clan? Then, it will be a disaster!"

"There is another point that the Xirong has figured out the place where our tribe lives. Once they enter Xiping Pass, will we still allow us here?"

She said so much in a row, with meticulous thinking and extremely calmness, and even hit the key point in a few words.

After hearing this, the three elders frowned and began to ponder.

It was not until a long time before the elder said, "What are you going to do next? After this defeat in the Western Rong, it will inevitably make a comeback. At that time, it will not be this little army. I am afraid it will be a 100,000 army. How can our clan resist it?"

The woman thought for a moment and said, "I will go out in person to meet the Lord of Qin."

"you mean……"

"The Snow Clan did not want to participate in any battles, but the trouble was already in front of him. He could only cooperate with the Qin Lord to retreat." The woman said.

Hearing this, the elder thought about it, sighed slightly and said, "Okay, you are the saint. Your decision will determine the fate of my snow clan. I hope you are cautious."

"Don't worry, three elders, I can do it." The woman in white responded, then nodded slightly to the three of them, turned around and left.

Looking at her back, the three old men sighed, and someone said, "Hey, Lianying is still a big girl, but she is my Snow Clan Saint. She is in a difficult heart..."

The woman in white is less than twenty years old, but she shoulders the mission of her tribe. She looks cold on the surface, but how many people know the pain in her heart.

After coming out of the temple, she also called a subordinate directly and ordered him: "You should immediately take some tribe members to secretly go to the near Beiling to monitor Xirong's every move. If there is any situation, report it to me in time."

After saying that, she reminded her again: "Remember, this time it is related to the safety of the entire clan. Be careful of everything and do not reveal your whereabouts."

The people of the Snow tribe make a living by hunting in the deep mountains, and there is no need to say much about the hidden skills.

Hearing this, the man immediately turned his face and responded with a trembling voice: "I understand! Don't worry, saint, I'll do it now."

As he spoke, he also politely retreated.

This man, named Lin Chu, is the best among the young people of the Xue clan and is also a capable general under the saint.

Next, she arranged some things to others. After all the explanations, she also held the jade flute and left the small town alone.

As time passed little by little, she walked alone in the snow slowly. There were often beasts appearing in the deep mountains around her, but at this moment, she retreated.

In the evening, she finally walked out of the snow-capped mountains and arrived in Xiping Pass.

Qin Army Camp.

At this time, here, in preparations on the eve of the war, the defense was extremely strict. In front of the military camp, a group of captains and soldiers patrolling back and forth could be seen everywhere.

"Stop the person coming!" Therefore, before the woman approached, a Qin army had already stopped her.

Seeing this, the woman in white stopped and said in a calm voice: "I am the saint of the Xue Clan. If you have any important matters, please see the prefect of Qinzhou. I will report it to you."

The soldier didn't speak because he was stunned at this moment.

The woman in white is so beautiful.

It is as beautiful as inhumane fireworks.

"What are you waiting for?" she frowned secretly.

Ah? The soldier came to his senses.

The Snow Clan Saint?

Is there really a snow clan?

After reacting, he subconsciously swallowed his saliva. He had heard about the prefect entering the snow mountain before. Moreover, in the eyes of the local people, the snow clan was rumored.
Chapter completed!