Xia Yun's gaze lingered on the red palatial dress in the High Priest's hand, showing no intention of taking it.
Her hand hidden behind her back clenched tightly, her voice trembling with a hint of pleading as she said, "High Priest, I don't want to marry."
"Oh, you don't want to marry."
The High Priest's face, which already lacked a smile, appeared even colder.
The other three priests exchanged glances, one showing pity, another showing helplessness, and the last one showing anger.
"This red palatial dress was bought at a high price outside the Hundred-Thousand Great Mountains by the Young Master of the Scorpion Stockade. You also know that after the mountains were sealed, such exquisite clothing is as valuable as thousands of Demonic Beasts."
