Three days later.
The meals in Courtyard No. 3 had been changed three times.
Chen Changqing's injuries had also recovered seven or eight tenths.
The spiritual meat sent by the Dragon Clan was indeed quite good—rich in spiritual energy and decent in flavor.
The only problem was that the Dragon Clan maids always looked at him strangely whenever they brought food.
As though he had not come to take part in the son-in-law recruitment, but to freeload meals.
Chen Changqing did not care.
He got to eat and drink for free, and heal his injuries besides.
In a place like this, he would be a fool not to stay for free.
Just as he finished the last piece of spiritual meat, someone knocked on 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 and froze slightly when he saw the empty plates on the table.
"Brother Li, you have quite an appetite."
Chen Changqing wiped his hands.
"Your True Dragon Clan has deep pockets. If I don't eat more, I'd be letting down your hospitality."
For a moment, Long Jing did not know how to respond.
Long Lan, who had followed him in, rolled her eyes.
"Everyone else is in seclusion, cultivating Qi Nourishing and preparing for the Three Trials of the Dragon Gate. Yet you haven't missed a single meal all day."
Chen Changqing glanced at her.
"You weren't going to feed me?"
Long Lan was stumped.
"We were, but..."
"Then what's the problem?"
Chen Changqing rose to his feet and rolled his shoulders.
"Have all one hundred tokens been gathered?"
Long Jing nodded.
"They have."
"Today, the clan chief will appear in person and announce the rules for the