On the Jiuzhou Continent, there is no such person as Li Feiyu

Three days later.

The meals in Courtyard Number Three had been changed three times.

Chen Changqing's injuries had also recovered seventy to eighty percent.

The spirit meat sent by the dragon clan really was quite good—rich in spiritual energy, and the taste was decent too.

The only problem was that the dragon clan maidservants delivering his meals always looked at him strangely.

As though he had not come to compete in the son-in-law selection, but to mooch meals.

Chen Changqing did not care.

Free food and drink, and he could heal his injuries besides.

In a place like this, it would be a waste not to stay for free.

Just as he finished the last piece of spirit meat, a knock sounded outside the courtyard gate.

"Brother Li, are you in?"

It was Long Jing.

Chen Changqing set down his chopsticks.

"The door isn't locked."

Long Jing pushed the door open. When he saw the empty plates on the table, he froze for a moment.

"Brother Li, you certainly have a good appetite."

Chen Changqing wiped his hands.

"Your true dragon clan has deep coffers. If I don't eat a little more, I'd be letting down your hospitality."

For a moment, Long Jing did not know how to respond.

Long Lan, following behind him, rolled her eyes.

"Everyone else is in seclusion, nurturing their breath and preparing for the Three Dragon Gate Trials. But you? You haven't missed a single one of your three daily meals."

Chen Changqing glanced at her.

"Are you not providing food?"

Long Lan choked on her words.

"We are, but..."

"Then what's the problem?"

Chen Changqing rose and rolled his shoulders.

"Have all one hundred tokens been gathered?"

Long Jing nodded.

"They have."

"Today, the Patriarch will appear in person to announce the rules of