"What do you mean by that?!"
Meng Po's aura suddenly tightened, the vigilance in her eyes nearly spilling over. Her earlier calm vanished in an instant, replaced by undisguised cold hostility.
Lu Chen merely smiled, composed as ever. "Please do not misunderstand, Immortal. I am only passing along a message."
His expression turned solemn as he cupped his hands in salute. "First, the Mighty General asked this minor god to thank you for your aid at the Fetal-Separation Pavilion."
Meng Po's expression eased somewhat. She returned the salute with cupped hands.
"Second, Immortal, perhaps you do not know that the matter of Spirit Cypress Immortal was in truth a test arranged by Matchmaker God."
Meng Po's brows drew together slightly, but she said nothing.
Lu Chen continued on his own. "Matchmaker God sought out the General this time because he wished to meet you, Immortal..."
He recounted the entire course of the divine mission, from beginning to end, without leaving out a single detail.
As Meng Po listened, her expression shifted unpredictably like storm clouds churning in the sky.
Beyond her surprise, traces of sorrow and tenderness gradually surfaced in her eyes, yet she kept her lips pressed tightly together and remained silent.
"That is how it happened." After finishing, Lu Chen sighed softly. "All I can say is that Matchmaker God's roots of love run deep. Even after a thousand years, his heart has never changed. The story between you two, spanning a millennium, is all the more deeply moving. This minor god truly admires it."
At last, Meng Po let out a faint sigh. She shook her head with a bitter smile. "Why must he do this? So many years have passed. Can he still not let it go?"
Lu Chen raised his eyes and countered with a