Grand Gathering

Her left eye vaguely saw a white-bearded old man beneath the tree.

Bai Yujun did not know him, but the moment she saw him tie two red threads together, she knew who he was: the Old Man Under the Moon. An old man whose combat prowess was laughably weak yet whose influence ran deep. Sometimes, even immortals could not escape those old hands...

With sincere heart, I take refuge and pay homage; beneath the reunion moon, under the Lover's Tree, within Engagement Hall.

He held authority over all marriage registers beneath heaven, maintained bonds of love across a thousand miles, linked fates and led red threads—the old man beneath the moon.

He joined marriages and forged kinship ties, the revered deity of destined unions.

Once the red cord was drawn, none could escape the karmic bond of three lifetimes.

Just ask yourself: would an immortal determined to become a powerhouse fear this? He truly controlled others' destinies in the unseen shadows. How many could break free from the shackles of a single red thread? All humans, and the vast majority of immortals, could not escape it. No matter how far apart they were, the red cord of fate stretched without end.

"That old man... is more terrifying than the vanguard heavenly generals."

Once he tied the red cord around both parties' ankles, their lives became entwined. Though their households might be enemies, though noble and lowly stood worlds apart, though one served as an official at the ends of the earth while the other dwelled in some foreign land of Wu or Chu, once this cord was tied, they would ultimately become husband and wife.

Who had set up the Purple-robed Fairy Maiden? The Old Man Under the Moon did not have the nerve to casually tie red threads. Either