Duanmu Lan looked at the remaining four people, her gaze somewhat shy.
Just as her father had said, the remaining four were not the least bit unattractive or ordinary. Their looks and temperament were impeccable, and all were gifted individuals.
Either a sect's Saint Child, a sect's pride, or independent powerhouses, each one had a boundless future.
Duanmu Lan's gaze suddenly grew dim. These men were all gifted individuals; to her, they seemed like stars in the sky, unattainable, while she felt like an ugly duckling on the ground.
Although because of her father's promise, this group of gifted individuals were all competing for the chance to wed her, she was very clear— they were not coming for her but for the Tao Spirit.
Thinking of this, Duanmu Lan felt inexplicable sadness.
Of course, she also wished to meet an outstanding man who loved her, but those participating in the martial marriage contest were all exceptional— just not for love.
