In the grand hall, there was a moment of silence.
Long Fei couldn't quite understand and said, "Since that's the case, why do you want to hold a martial arts competition for marriage, to select an Imperial Son-in-law for the princess? How could you know that I would participate?"
The old man replied, "I have said before, all of this is beyond my control. Fate will arrange everything. The martial arts competition for marriage is merely a pretext to expedite your rise to power and grant you a title. Only by forming a marriage alliance with the Ji Family can you rightfully lead this country and rally all forces to resist the Demon Race."
Long Fei rubbed his head, finally understanding that the old man had completely latched onto him.
Everyone in the world coveted this position, but he couldn't care less!
He pressed on with frowning brows, "Can I refuse?"
