Jiang Qingyu withdrew his gaze from the sea and spoke calmly.
"The Sea God agreed. You won't need to sacrifice yourself and can begin the Ninth Trial on your own."
Bo Saixi abruptly turned to look at him, her eyes filled with shock, her voice trembling slightly.
"Really?"
This rule had been passed down for thousands of years. The fate of every High Priestess had long been predetermined, and she had never imagined there could be any room for change.
Jiang Qingyu nodded slightly, his tone certain. "Of course. He made the rule in the first place. If he says it is abolished, no one can object."
Bo Saixi's chest rose and fell sharply, and even her fingertips tingled faintly with excitement.
Not having to sacrifice herself meant she still had hope of living. She would no longer have to exhaust her life as an offering for the Divine Position.
She knew clearly that if not for Jiang Qingyu, the Sea God would never have suddenly abolished a rule that had endured since ancient times.
Watching the waves churn across the sea, Jiang Qingyu continued, "That's the situation. You can rest assured. As for you, I have no interest in you. You are yourself. There's no need to feel burdened by what the Sea God said."
Bo Saixi froze and turned to look at his profile.
In the darkness, his expression was calm and placid, without the slightest hint of jest or coercion.
The tension in her heart eased, only for several indescribably complicated emotions to arise. She said softly, "Thank you, Holy Son."
Yet she was somewhat moved inside.
She had never expected that she would not need to sacrifice herself.
"Actually, if Your Highness the Holy Son is willing, I have no objections at all."
Bo Saixi spoke