Su Muyao heard this, her heart trembled, instinctively sensing something was wrong, and asked, "Why... why must there be a sacrifice?"
Yun Qinglan said softly, "It's rumored that there is a River God in the south, who awakens once every century. Every hundred years, a female must be sacrificed; otherwise, the river will flood disastrously."
"And this sacrifice can only come from the Bishui Tribe; female sacrifices from other tribes are useless."
"Of course, this is just a rumor; no one actually knows the truth."
Upon hearing this, Su Muyao's face turned white.
A sacrifice?
"So, every century, a female from the Bishui Tribe must be sacrificed."
"No wonder."
Yun Qinglan asked, "No wonder what?"
Su Muyao murmured, "No wonder the Young Master of the Bishui Tribe won't let me go there."
She now thought of Bi Zhixu's expression; when he heard her name, his eyes showed a slight ripple, but he concealed his emotions deliberately, not letting her notice.
