Who Could Outdo You at That Voice?

Li Zi was unimpressed. [What have they got to be so proud of? If our sects didn't go through a reshuffling every few thousand years when they fought the Devil Race, our Mahayana Stage powerhouses could each spit once and drown their lineages.]

The sect masters were exchanging pleasantries with the lineage powerhouses.

That left several of them looking rather awkward.

The System chimed in: [They have to build ties with the sects. If the four lineages keep marrying among themselves, they'll end up marrying close relatives and having children with deformities. Their lineages need fresh blood. This is the perfect chance to hold a matchmaking event. They might even make several matches.]

Now that was a subject Li Zi could get excited about.

[Senior Sister Zhu Lu from Nine Nether Gate is really nice. She'd be a good match for Pu Yunsheng of the Pu Clan. Their personalities complement each other, too.]

[I know Senior Sister Zuo Qingqing from the Demon-Refining Sect. She'd probably love the looks of that tall, skinny man from the Jin Clan. She likes cute, golden-haired boys best, especially the youthful type.]

Hearing herself mentioned, Zuo Qingqing craned her neck toward the lineages.

Sure enough, she spotted the tallest man at once. He was handsome, and his golden hair shone especially brightly in the sunlight.

She narrowed her eyes as she studied him, then smiled until her eyes curved with satisfaction.

Little Sister Li Zi really understood her.

Those thirty-odd young lineage members had several thousand pairs of eyes fixed on them.

They felt as though they had been stripped bare and put on display in public. Embarrassed, they hurriedly lowered their heads, their hearts pounding.

How terrifying.

Who Could Outdo You at That Voice?

The Hall of Samsara was ordinarily closed to outsiders.

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