At this, Valley Master Nie waved a hand and laughed. "Since he has come to take part in the martial contest for marriage, Hui Chun Valley welcomes him all the same. Hui Chun Valley has never engaged in any sort of discrimination. Whether empty-handed, accompanied by family, or from the northern or southern martial world, any young talent under twenty and not yet married may participate."
What nonsense. He was a planted helper to begin with. Forget meeting the requirements—even if he did not, they would create the conditions to get Zhang Xiaohua onto the arena. Besides, Valley Master Nie himself was the one who made the rules. Was there not another clause after the conditions for this martial contest for marriage: Hui Chun Valley retained the right of final interpretation?
Upon hearing this, the old man smiled. "What Young Brother Yang says is exactly to my liking."
Then he turned to Young Master Long, who had been watching all this with a cold gaze, and asked, "Young Master Long, do you have any objections?"
Young Master Long shook his head. "What objection could I have? He is no more than a cold dish to whet my appetite. But I ask Elder Yue and Valley Master Nie to judge fairly. It is already getting late, and there will be fierce battles later. I hope this will be the final match to determine qualification."
Those words truly struck Valley Master Nie right in the heart. He called out loudly, "Heroes below the stage, Young Master Long has fought fiercely for an entire day. This ought to be the final match for determining qualifications over these past two months. What do you all think?"
Zhang Xiaohua secretly laughed as well. On the surface, those words were plainly meant to comfort Young Master