Xu Zimo's gaze fell upon the high platform ahead. When the middle-aged man in a blue robe stepped forward, the surroundings grew somewhat quieter.
"City Lord Qin is here. Everyone, quiet down and listen to what he has to say."
"Get ready to snatch the embroidered balls."
City Lord Qin Feng strode onto the platform like a dragon and tiger, faint worry lingering between his brows.
"Since everyone has gathered here, I needn't say much about your purpose," Qin Feng declared loudly.
"Soon, ten embroidered balls will be thrown down. Whoever catches one may come to this martial arena to compete.
"The ten of you will battle. My daughter will observe in secret and choose the husband who catches her fancy."
"What does that mean? The ten will fight, but the outcome won't decide it—it'll be Miss Qin herself who chooses?" someone discussed.
"Then we can participate too!"
The crowd shouted excitedly.
Previously, some had feared their cultivation was too low and that going up would be pointless.
Who would have thought that the final choice would not be the strongest person, but whoever Miss Qin chose by feeling?
The crowd rubbed their hands together and stared fixedly at the martial arena.
Ten guards dressed in red robes adorned with flowers stepped forward, each holding a large embroidered ball in his arms.
"I hereby announce that Qin Manor's marriage contest has officially begun."
As Qin Feng's voice fell, the ten embroidered balls were flung high into the air.
The ten embroidered balls traced elegant arcs through the air, each at a different distance and height.
"Snatch them!" Amid roaring shouts, the crowd instantly went wild.
The rule Qin Feng had set beforehand was that once an embroidered ball landed in someone's hands, no one else was allowed to snatch it.