Afraid the Ten Thousand Mile City Won't Hold
Matchmaker Old Man narrowed his eyes and looked toward the City Wall.
The battlefield was still a scene of bloodshed.
At the same time, the Three Sects Sages responsible for suppressing fortune above the battlefield kept their eyes on Matchmaker Old Man, watching his every move.
Beside Matchmaker Old Man, the little girl Kan blinked her eyes as she stared at the old man beside her.
Even after all these years, Kan had not changed in the slightest. She was still that small, exquisitely carved little girl from back then.
"Don't wander around. I'll be right back."
Matchmaker Old Man patted Kan on the head.
Kan blinked her huge, doll-like eyes and nodded, her little hands tightly hugging the big Doggy beside her.
Big Doggy stuck out his tongue and licked Kan's little face, then barked at the old man, as if saying, "Go on, then. This little lolita and I can fish for free."
Matchmaker Old Man laughed and raised his cane, tapping Big Doggy on the head. By the time the old man lowered his cane, he had already vanished from where he stood.
At the same time, the Three Sects Sages above the battlefield tensed.
The Daoist Sage waved the horsetail whisk that had only a few hairs left, sending rivers of Dao Rhythm rolling into the sky!
The Buddhist Sage recited Buddhist scriptures, and golden chains of scripture fell from the heavens, attempting to bind Matchmaker Old Man tightly.
The Confucian Saint swept out a sleeve of clear wind, and a gigantic ink-colored dragon charged into the sky, blocking Matchmaker Old Man's path.
In the air, however, the old man merely smiled and shook his head. With a light wave of his cane, he struck the ink-colored dragon's