Since there was no escaping, and Saint Shalria had already said as much, Mu Chen could only follow her for now and see what happened.
Before long, Mu Chen was lying on a large bed covered in rose petals. Holographic projections hovered around him beneath a gilded dome, while Saint Shalria, dressed in a gauzy gown as thin as a cicada's wing, scooped up some caviar with a diamond-studded spoon.
"These are thousand-year-old sturgeon eggs from the depths of the North Blue. Have a taste!"
Saint Shalria swayed over to the bedside, gently rocking the spoon in her hand. The golden sturgeon eggs gleamed temptingly under the lights, but Mu Chen only found the sight grating.
Saint Shalria crouched down, bringing her delicate face almost against Mu Chen's as she deliberately held the caviar to his lips.
"Try some. Countless people could only dream of tasting a delicacy like this."
"As long as you agree to become my husband, you can live like this every day."
Mu Chen was speechless. She's trying to pressure me with a life of luxury? At least try seducing me!
Disgust filled Mu Chen's eyes as he said coldly, "Put that disgusting stuff away. Is this all the Celestial Dragons can do to satisfy their twisted vanity?"
"You think luxury can buy me?"
Saint Shalria's expression darkened instantly. She hurled the spoon to the floor with a sharp clatter, scattering the eggs everywhere.
"Don't be an ungrateful fool! People fight tooth and nail for the chance to serve the Celestial Dragons, yet you dare refuse me? Do you know what happens when you reject me?"
"What happens?"
Mu Chen sneered.
"I've traveled the seas and never once feared the consequences. You Celestial Dragons have been looking down on everyone for so long that you really