At that moment, the elderly abbot had already impatiently ordered the two of them to move forward and prepare to separate the gammer from her daughter.
The gammer broke free and cried out loudly, "You can't do this! Please, release my daughter."
Liang Qingqing couldn't help but follow closely behind the determined child as they advanced toward the sacrificial procession.
"Release her immediately!" These people had gone too far, showing no sympathy even though the maiden was not their own, and her fate was to be cast into the river.
To be frank, these individuals only dared to harm commoners. If they were of high status, they would never allow themselves to be manipulated so easily.
When the abbot-priest heard this, he cast a cold gaze in their direction. "Men, disperse the onlookers."
"Proceed with the ritual!"
