"Conditions cannot be changed; the championship of the Dragon Rising Conference must be obtained!"
Mr. An spoke decisively: "I won't lie to you, I won't marry these two girls off to anyone else, but if you can't become a person of the Dragon Rising, then you only have one choice, to marry one of them."
"I..."
Bai Yan's face fell, he really wanted to say "Damn it!".
This old man really knows how to pressure people!
"I don't understand, the position of Guardian of Hua Xia is coveted by many, who don't even have the qualifications to compete, yet you, boy, keep rejecting it!"
Master Blood Dragon picked up his teacup and said leisurely, "How about this, I'll give you another reward. If you win the championship at the Dragon Rising Conference, this Blood Dragon Long Sword is yours!"
Who cares about your broken sword!
Bai Yan curled his lips, but he only dared to complain in his heart.
