Zi Ling can only be mine.
Hearing Chu Feng say this, the Head Steward grew somewhat panicked, for this was an extremely dangerous way of thinking.
Sensing trouble, he had intended to continue persuading Chu Feng.
But upon looking closer, he discovered that Chu Feng's eyes were brimming with determination.
An unwavering determination.
Seeing such eyes, the Head Steward grew even more anxious.
"Chu Feng, Zi Ling may be outstanding, but you don't truly know her."
"Why must you be so obsessed with her?"
the Head Steward said.
"Head Steward, to be honest, among everyone here… there may be no one who knows Zi Ling better than I do."
Chu Feng said.
"Could it be… you knew her before?"
The Head Steward sensed something was off.
"I am Zi Ling's husband."
Chu Feng said.
"What?"
"This…"
"Chu Feng, are you serious about this?"
"This is not a joke you should be making."
the Head Steward said.
"If the Head Steward considers it a joke, then in your eyes, it may be a joke."
"But to me, Zi Ling is mine — that is absolutely no joke."
Chu Feng said.
"Chu Feng, you…"
The Head Steward, seeing Chu Feng's so solemn expression, realized that this matter might actually be true.
"Chu Feng, even if this is true, it would be best not to spread it around."
"Trust me — I won't harm you."
the Head Steward warned.
"Rest assured, Head Steward. Chu Feng knows what he's doing."
Chu Feng smiled. He didn't want the Head Steward to worry on his behalf.
After that, the Head Steward exchanged a few more words with Chu Feng, but they were all attempts to dissuade him. Seeing that Chu Feng's mind was already made up, he took his leave.
As for Chu Feng, he continued his seclusion, attempting to break through the Crouching Dragon Soul Armor.
By noon, the outside began to grow clamorous.
The Sect Master's announcement about arranging a betrothal competition for Zi Ling had spread.
With this matter made public, Chu Feng no longer had the mood to remain in his residence working on the Crouching Dragon Soul Armor, so he headed to the registration site as well.
The registration site was a plaza. Situated at the very center of the Crouching Dragon Martial Academy, it was known as the Central Plaza.
The Central Plaza was immensely vast, capable of holding hundreds of millions of people gathered together at once.
Whenever the Crouching Dragon Martial Academy had important matters, they were always announced here.
At this moment, the Central Plaza was packed beyond capacity. Disciples from all four academies had come.
Not only the younger generation — even the previous generation of disciples and the elders had all arrived.
There was no important event or grand ceremony today. The reason so many people had gathered was, naturally, because of Zi Ling's matter.
At the center of the plaza, a raised platform had been erected — it appeared to have been built just recently.
Behind the platform stood four boards. The two in the back were covered by red cloth. That red cloth was a treasure — even barrier techniques could not see through it.
With the red cloth in place, no one could see the words written on those boards.
The two boards in the front, however, were not covered by any cloth, so the writing on them was clearly visible.
First board: Age of participants.
Second board: Within one month.
These were two of the requirements for this betrothal competition.
As for what was written on the two boards behind the red cloth, those naturally contained the remaining two requirements.
But until the red cloth was lifted, no one knew what those requirements actually were.
Still, compared to those four requirements, what caught Chu Feng's attention at this moment was what lay in front of the platform.