The High Priest had no desire to face an angry deity, but under the circumstances, there seemed to be no other choice. If they kept silent, they would probably only make the deity angrier.
"Please calm your anger, little immortal. We don't know what we did to offend you. Please tell us, and we will change! Please spare our lives!"
And so the High Priest steeled himself and stepped forward.
"Hmph, you have the nerve to ask? I was resting perfectly well at the bottom of the river, but every few days, you throw someone down to disturb my peace. What is the meaning of this?"
Jiang Nuan looked thoroughly annoyed at having been disturbed.
After hearing Jiang Nuan's words, the villagers of Jade Spring Village turned suspicious eyes on the High Priest. Hadn't he said the deity liked live sacrifices of young virgin girls? Why did the little immortal look so angry now?
Cold sweat poured off the High Priest. Now he had not only the deity's anger to contend with, but the villagers' suspicions as well.
What did he know about communicating with heaven, earth, and the gods? His father had passed the position of High Priest down to him, and because of that title, their family enjoyed an extremely high standing in the village.
Back then, his father had simply explained a set of procedures and told him to find someone to sacrifice alive every few years. Their family had served as High Priests for so many years without ever actually summoning a deity!
Could he really be the chosen son of destiny?
Forget it. Never mind that for now. First, I need to fool the deity in front of me!
The High Priest's mind raced as he tried to find an excuse.
"Please forgive us, divine