After hearing the Matchmaker's explanation, Yang Jian fell silent for a moment, weighing the gains and losses.
This course of action would be troublesome too, but it was still better than letting Third Sister get hopelessly entangled with some mudblood.
If anything truly went wrong, having it happen right under the Heavenly Court's nose would make it easy for him to step in and bring things under control.
"Fine. We'll do as you say." Yang Jian nodded slightly and withdrew his magical power. "Matchmaker, go ahead without reservation. If this matter has any repercussions, I will explain it to my uncle at Lingxiao Palace myself. The Red Luan Star Manor will not bear the slightest responsibility."
The True Lord generally did not call him "uncle."
Now that he had said it without a shred of restraint, it meant this matter could bypass the Heavenly Laws.
Just a little whim of power. Best left unsaid.
With the Justice Heavenly Deity's backing, the Matchmaker had no more reservations. He waved his hand, and the red threads belonging to the Heavenly Court's immortal officials floated over like swimming fish. First, he selected the threads of several young Star Lords serving under the Great Emperor Qinghua of the Eastern Pole.
There was no reaction whatsoever.
The two threads ignored each other.
The Matchmaker shook his head and switched to the red threads of several divine generals with boundless prospects from the Thunder Department and Fire Department. The result remained the same.
Yang Chan's red thread was as still as undisturbed water, without even the slightest ripple.
He had tried nearly every notable young talent in the Heavenly Court, yet not a single red thread resonated with Yang Chan's?
The Matchmaker refused to give up.
Those serving the Great Emperor Qinghua of the Eastern Pole