Xu Zimo's gaze landed on the high platform up ahead, and the area became slightly quieter when the middle-aged man in the green robe stepped onto it.
"The City Lord of Qin City has arrived, let's quiet down and listen to what he has to say."
"Get ready, grab the embroidered ball."
City Lord Qin Feng took the stage, walking with vigor and authority, his brows carrying a hint of worry.
"The fact that everyone has gathered here, I assume, does not need to be spoken," Qin Feng said loudly.
"At that time, we will throw down ten embroidered balls. Whoever seizes an embroidered ball will come to this martial arts platform to compete.
Ten will battle, and my daughter will observe secretly, choosing the husband she prefers when the time comes."
"What does this mean? A battle of ten, and the outcome isn't decisive, but Miss Qin gets to choose herself," someone in the crowd discussed.
"If that's the case, we can participate too!"
People shouted excitedly.
