"Being a Sixth Grade Elemental Warrior, I was lucky enough to pass the exam. How could I even dream of competing for the Princess of New York?" Li Zhongnan smiled modestly and asked, "However, Zhihua, you seem very confident?"
Cai Zhihua nodded slightly and said, "Initially, I didn't harbor much hope, but now I'd say I have an eighty percent chance, wouldn't I?"
"How so?" Li Zhongnan became interested.
According to what Tierra said, they want to select one son-in-law from the top ten. Even if this guy locks in the first place, the chances of being chosen are only about ten percent.
Where does his eighty percent confidence come from?
Cai Zhihua blew a puff of smoke and asked mysteriously, "Zhongnan, do you know why the Rockefeller Dynasty's martial examination this time requires picking one from the top ten candidates to be the son-in-law?"
