That was a middle-aged man.
He wore a dark-gold robe. There were no dragon horns atop his head, yet he gave off an even stronger sense of oppression.
He stood there without deliberately releasing his aura, yet many cultivators on the Stone Platform had already lowered their heads.
Chen Changqing felt that power as well.
A Heavenly Monarch.
And not one who had only recently entered the Heavenly Monarch realm.
Long Jing and Long Lan immediately bowed.
"Greetings, Clan Chief."
The Dragon Clan members around them all bowed in salute.
"Greetings, Clan Chief!"
The visiting cultivators also clasped their hands.
Some were nervous, some excited, and others secretly studied the high platform.
Chen Changqing clasped his hands as well.
As long as the courtesy was observed, that was enough.
There was no need to play blind on someone else's turf.
The True Dragon Clan Chief stood at the center of the high platform, his voice carrying across the Stone Platform.
"Welcome, everyone, who has come from afar, to the True Dragon Clan."
"I am Long Gan, Chief of the True Dragon Clan."
"This opening of the Ancestral Land is to choose a husband for my daughter."
As soon as those words fell, the breathing of many people below changed.
Long Gan continued.
"The rules are simple."
"Pass three trials."
"Those who pass may enter the final selection."
"If my daughter approves of you, you will become the son-in-law of my True Dragon Clan."
Someone could not help speaking up.
"Chief Long, what if we pass the three trials, but the princess does not take a liking to us?"
As soon as he said that, many people looked at him.
It was a very real question.
Long Gan did not get angry.
"Those who pass all three trials may enter the