"Great Elder, what should we do? Are we really just going to stand by and watch the Saintess marry into the Xing Family?"
In Bai Miao Village, the Second Elder clenched his fists, his face a mask of worry and indignation.
"What else can we do?" Zhao Xi said in a deep voice. "If the Saintess doesn't marry into the Xing Family, our Li Clan will face a crisis!"
The Second Elder, furious, pointed at Zhao Xi and rebuked, "Zhao Xi, you're just a coward, afraid of death! When have the People of the Li Clan ever feared anyone? The worst that can happen is death!"
Zhao Xi countered, "Haven't enough members of the Li Clan died these past few days?"
"You…" the Second Elder sputtered, but Li Xuan cut in with a low shout, "All of you, stop arguing!"
