Drawing scissors...
Brandishing weapons?
The instant Matchmaker pulled out the Golden Scissors, several dragon-headed elders and Dragon Clan guards charged directly in front of Ao Yi.
Streams of immortal awareness focused on this place also locked onto the Golden Scissors in Matchmaker's hand...
It was not only the onlookers who could not make heads or tails of it—even Li Changshou was briefly dizzied by old buddy Matchmaker's baffling behavior.
What was going on?
Had the Dragon Palace been filled with some deadly poison called "flying into a towering rage," or was this fellow named Bian Zhuang simply born asking for a beating, fated to lack one?
One drew a sword upon seeing him, while the other immediately pulled out scissors...
No matter what, Li Changshou could not let Matchmaker truly lose his decorum.
Your Majesty Jade Emperor was right beside them overseeing matters. This concerned not only the Heavenly Court's dignity, but also old buddy Matchmaker's livelihood of Merit!
As Li Changshou swiftly pressed Matchmaker down, he sent a stern voice transmission:
"Matchmaker, this is the Dragon Palace!
What are we here for?"
Matchmaker jolted and immediately came to his senses, but the gleaming scissors were already openly displayed in his hand and could not be put away.
At once, Matchmaker looked toward the Sea God before him with a hint of pleading in his eyes, blinking hard.
How was he supposed to deal with this?
Li Changshou found himself in a bind as well.
Should he have Matchmaker recite a few lines on the spot—"Look at these scissors, so bright and sharp"?
Would that not still be a breach of decorum?
In an instant, thoughts raced madly through Li Changshou's mind.
In less than a breath, he had formed a plan. He immediately sent Matchmaker a voice transmission, teaching