"What? Must be male?"
When Li Muzhi's grandfather said those words, both Li Muzhi and Xia Yan couldn't help but roll their eyes.
They had been looking forward to hearing what the third condition would be.
They never expected it to be something like this.
Must be male — wasn't that obvious?
There weren't any women among those signing up in the first place.
"Sir, what about the fourth condition?"
Chu Feng asked once more.
"The head of Wolong."
Li Muzhi's grandfather said.
"The Head of Wolong?"
"Grandpa, this 'Head of Wolong' — it means the number one among the Wolong disciples, right?"
This time, before Chu Feng could speak, Li Muzhi hurried to ask.
"Does that even need asking?"
Li Muzhi's grandfather shot him a look, then turned his gaze back to Chu Feng.
"The current Head of Wolong among the Wolong disciples is right there in the Wolong Martial Sect. I'm sure you've already heard of him."
"This Head of Wolong has also written his name on the roster competing for Zi Ling."
"Whoever claims the title of Head of Wolong shall be betrothed to Zi Ling."
Li Muzhi's grandfather said.
Hearing this, Chu Feng secretly thought this was not good.
He never expected that this unfathomable Head of Wolong would also be involved.
"Grandfather, then what is this Head of Wolong's cultivation level?"
Li Muzhi couldn't help but ask.
"That is unknown; we will only find out tomorrow."
Li Muzhi's grandfather said.
"Then if no one challenges, wouldn't Zi Ling become that fellow's?"
Li Muzhi said.
"Naturally."
Li Muzhi's grandfather said.
"Brother Chu Feng, if I were you, I'd definitely take up the challenge. How could you let Junior Sister Zi Ling fall into someone else's hands? Let me tell you, Junior Sister Zi Ling is the number one beauty of our Wo Long Martial Sect."
"Xia Yan is reasonably good-looking, but in front of Junior Sister Zi Ling, she'd look plain."
Li Muzhi said.
"Are you out of your mind? You praise Junior Sister Zi Ling's looks and then put me down?"
Xia Yan's face turned pale with rage. She raised her fist and punched Li Muzhi.
The force behind that punch was no joke — it swelled Li Muzhi's face right up.
"I was just telling the truth. Why'd you hit me so hard?"
"Lord Xia, can't you do something about your granddaughter?"
Li Muzhi looked toward Xia Yan's grandfather.
But before Xia Yan's grandfather could speak, Li Muzhi's grandfather said:
"No need to bother. This kid has a foul mouth — I think the beating was well-deserved."
That settled it. With even his potential backers gone, Li Muzhi had no choice but to resign himself to his fate.
Though he had taken a beating, Li Muzhi was actually rather pleased. Zuoqiu Yanliang was dead today, and Zuoqiu Youyu had also been publicly humiliated. Naturally, he was happy about that.
But in Chu Feng's heart at this moment, it felt exceptionally heavy.
Even though he had stepped into the Martial Emperor realm, he was still only a first-level Martial Emperor.
Setting aside the unfathomable strength of the head of the Hidden Dragon for the moment, just Zuoqiu Youyu alone was enough to give Chu Feng a severe headache.
But tomorrow, he had to act. He could not simply stand by and watch his Zi Ling become engaged to another man.
"Lord Hidden Dragon, might I ask for your help with a small favor?"