It was rare for the Matchmaker to speak with such barbed sarcasm, and the immortals immediately perked up.
An honest, unassuming civil official against a hot-tempered military officer-this promised to be far more entertaining than a dull Morning Court Assembly.
Everyone pricked up their ears, waiting to see how the Fire Virtue Star Lord would get himself out of this.
Meanwhile, the sight made Chen Wei's scalp prickle. A full forty-nine Red Threads wound densely between him and Yang Chan, binding their fate tablets tight. Yang Chan's fate tablet sat high above his, pressing down on the tablet below until it could scarcely breathe.
The meaning was perfectly clear: she had him firmly in her grasp, without leaving him so much as a crack to catch his breath.
Forget gallivanting around the Mortal Realm-even one extra glance at another female immortal might get half his life strangled out of him by those Red Threads.
Thank goodness, only forty-nine! Chen Wei comforted himself inwardly, then reconsidered. Forty-nine is already the great expansion number, so that should be the limit. Surely they can't add any more? Haha...
He had not even finished laughing.
A faint glow rippled across the Marriage Fate Tablet, and another Red Thread squeezed out of the tangle to wind around Chen Wei's fate tablet.
Forty-nine Red Threads became fifty!
But none of the immortals filling the hall had time to bother with this anomaly. There were already so many that forty-nine and fifty made no difference. Watching the Matchmaker and the Fire Virtue Star Lord trade barbs was far more satisfying.
The Fire Virtue Star Lord had thought he had already taken the initiative to back down and laugh things off. Who would have imagined that the normally silent Matchmaker would take a mile when given an