Within the Clear Moon Mountain range, on an ordinary peak with average spiritual energy, an old man sat atop the mountain.
The corners of the old man's mouth curled into a smile. Every so often, he stroked his already-whitened beard, crinkling the crow's-feet around his eyes. He looked utterly delighted.
Seeing this, Big Doggy couldn't help rolling his eyes at his master, who was already so old yet still so foolish. Then he opened his huge mouth in a yawn, continued resting his head on his forepaws, and went back to sleep.
"What could have made you so happy..."
A gentle female voice drifted over. Matchmaker Old Man did not turn toward its source, but continued gazing into the distant view where mist wafted ethereally and white cranes called as they flew.
Beside Matchmaker Old Man, a gentle breeze slowly gathered, forming the vague outline of a woman.
If one looked at the breeze with Spiritual Power, one could vaguely make out that she wore a tight-fitting long dress, with her long hair coiled up. Though the features of her small, melon-seed-shaped face could not be seen clearly, they were certainly not unattractive.
The woman formed from the gentle breeze lightly brushed the hem of her dress, brought her legs together, and sat sideways atop Big Doggy. Then she extended her delicate hand and gently stroked its canine head.
Blown by the cool breeze, Big Doggy seemed to sense something. Its ears twitched, and its large, fluffy tail swayed back and forth.
"Hehehe... Thinking of the way that boy's brows twisted when he offered me tea—it really was quite amusing."
Matchmaker Old Man answered with a laugh.
"Just amusing?" Gentle Breeze Woman asked.
"I suppose I also settled one lingering regret."
Matchmaker Old Man stroked his beard.
"Tian Fang and