"Become the Dragon King's beloved wife? This is a sacrifice... of the living..."
I never imagined that such savage and cruel customs still existed today.
The old man who came out of the guesthouse, smoking his dry pipe, interjected, "To marry the Dragon King, the bride must first be drowned."
I was instantly speechless, a chill spreading throughout my body.
Xiao Li's pupils contracted, her body visibly trembling.
Clearly, the mention of sacrificing a living person had frightened her greatly.
Beichen's thin lips parted slightly, uttering only two words, "Save her."
"Alright." I couldn't just watch an innocent girl be taken away to drown; I agreed subconsciously.
Beichen moved gracefully like the wind, catching up in a few steps and blocking their path, "Let her go."
"Who's this wild brat? Daring to obstruct the way of the Barbarian Villagers?" the leader, a brawny man, roared coldly, clad in a small ethnic-patterned vest despite the freezing weather.
