Hua Qiang lowered his head and stared at the crimson embroidered ball in his arms. The silver bells were still stained with dust, and the fabric around the edges had been roughed up by true qi.
He frowned slightly. His fingertips had just touched the surface of the embroidered ball, and as he pondered whether to casually toss it aside or keep it for the moment, the crowd erupted. Strange, sarcastic congratulations rose one after another.
"Yo! This brother sure has good fortune!" a burly man with a face full of flesh shouted, though his mouth was twisted nearly to his ears.
"You've married the City Lord's precious daughter. From now on, you can swagger through Tianlang City sideways, eating the finest food and drinking the strongest wine without a care!"
"Exactly! A Heaven-Jealous Physique paired with a hero—what a perfect match!"
Another person chimed in, deliberately stressing the words "Heaven-Jealous Physique," drawing a burst of laughter from the people around them. Their laughter was full of mockery and the delight of watching a good show.
Others gathered nearby and muttered in low voices, "Could he be an idiot? He actually dared catch that embroidered ball? Isn't he afraid that yin-yang face will bring him to his death?"
Hua Qiang's expression darkened. Just as he was about to speak, two sets of orderly footsteps suddenly sounded.
A squad of City Guard soldiers clad in black iron armor approached with long spears in hand, swiftly surrounding him. Their spearpoints were vaguely aimed at him, forming a semicircular encirclement.
The captain at their head looked stern as he said in a deep voice, "Mighty warrior, please remain where you are and await the City Lord's judgment."
Anyone with eyes could see that this was not asking him to remain. They clearly feared