Therefore, Lu Chen was naturally willing to gamble!
The premise was that Matchmaker God and Meng Po had to be willing themselves.
Seeing Matchmaker God fall somewhat silent, Lu Chen gathered his thoughts, lifted his teacup and took a light sip. Unhurriedly, he asked, "Old Immortal Official, you should think it over carefully. Are you truly willing to give up your celestial registry and take this gamble for Meng Po?"
Unexpectedly, Matchmaker God pondered for only a moment before answering with utter decisiveness, "Of course I am!"
"Truly?"
"Truly!"
"Good! Since that is the case, let us carefully plan it out."
Lu Chen sat back down, his voice slow and steady.
"Assuming you two immortals are both willing, this junior will arrange a wedding procession for you when the time comes. Since we are making a scene, we might as well make it a grand one."
After a brief pause, he analyzed the situation.
"If my guess is correct, the Northern Pole Exorcism Office will certainly dispatch the Four Sages of the Northern Pole to seize you. Old Immortal Official, who do you think will come?"
Matchmaker God considered it for a moment. "The one who came to arrest me before was Black Baleful General. If someone comes this time, nine times out of ten, it will still be him."
After thinking for a moment, Lu Chen asked again, "Could True Lord Tianpeng and the True Martial Great Emperor come in person?"
"This..." Matchmaker God shook his head. "I am merely a minor civil deity. I doubt I would warrant alarming those two great sages. At most, one of them would come, paired with Black Baleful General. That would already be more than enough."
Lu Chen nodded. "In other words, there will be at least two Northern Pole marshals."
Then