Listening to Chen Tianlin describe the red thread, Chen Mu kept feeling a strange sense of déjà vu.
It sounded like something he had heard somewhere...
Then he recalled a similar story from his previous life. An immortal called the Matchmaker liked to connect pairs of men and women with red threads, bestowing romantic bonds upon them.
Did this world have a Matchmaker too?
Just as Chen Mu was about to smash the clay pot and get to the very bottom of it, the Teleportation Gate opened, and Ye Qingcheng happened to step out.
She wiped the fine, glistening beads of sweat from her forehead.
Having successfully broken through to the second-layer Great Emperor realm, she had planned to unwind in the Trial Tower. She had not expected to find both Chen Mu and his father, Chen Tianlin, in Qingyun Prefecture.
She hurriedly composed herself and offered a greeting. "Qingcheng pays her respects to the Holy Lord and the young lord."
Oh, no!
Noticing the increasingly peculiar look in Chen Tianlin's eyes as he watched Ye Qingcheng, Chen Mu raised a hand to his forehead, his brows knitting together.
He could guess with his toes what Chen Tianlin was about to say.
After all, they were father and son; Chen Tianlin had watched him grow up.
"Qingcheng, this is the Fatebinding Red Thread I specially obtained from the Western Sea Marriage Tree for you and Mu'er. With this, you two can stay together for a long, long time," Chen Tianlin explained again.
"The Fatebinding Red Thread!"
From Ye Qingcheng's expression, Chen Mu could easily tell that she had heard of it.
It seemed to have left quite an impression on her, too.
Could this thing actually work?
"Well? Would you like to give it a try?" Chen Tianlin looked at