"You must defeat my brother, Bai Zihan! As long as you do that, I will consider your marriage proposal."
Considering that there was zero chance of that happening, Bai Xueqing came up with this ridiculous condition.
Beating Bai Zihan?
Even the elders of sects and clans couldn't do that. What could they do—someone who couldn't even defeat her?
She thought this would be enough of a condition to make these people accept. And they will give up on marriage when they know how impossible it is.
"Defeat Bai Zihan? Hah! That's far better than trying to make him laugh!"
"At least this is straightforward. Strength—that's something we can measure!"
"No matter how strong, he couldn't fight all of them one after another."
Excitement rippled through the suitors. Many straightened their backs, relief flashing in their eyes.
Compared to Bai Zihan's bizarre test of humor, this was something they could grasp—a challenge that fit the world of cultivators.
