Yuan Lie racked his brain and said in a deep voice, "That age of newcomer definitely still prefers young and beautiful girls over some nearly dead old fool, understand?"
He was still showing off his wisdom.
"What did you say?"
Xia Yan was suddenly enraged, "You're the one who's nearly in the grave!"
However, at that moment, the sound of a bell echoed faintly.
The Sacred Council was about to begin.
"Don't you want to wash up before meeting the High Priest like this?"
Xia Yan couldn't help but ask.
"I'll go just like this, so everyone knows how brutal the battlefield is!"
Yuan Lie had the demeanor of a stubborn youth.
"Don't blame me for not warning you if you get rejected."
Xia Yan had heard that today's High Priest was in a murderous mood, especially after having just experienced an assassination attempt.
If she took a dislike to someone at this time, that person would really be out of luck.