"Senior Sister Nu Wa, do you want our martial nephew Liu Mang to compete for the position of Emperor Chen Gou?"
"No. You'll find out when the time comes."
Once Nu Wa said that, not only did Haotian breathe a sigh of relief, but Zhunti did too.
Haotian: Thank goodness. I have an important position in mind for Liu Mang.
Zhunti: Thank goodness. I was worried he'd compete with the Western Sect for a divine position.
Liu Mang: Thank goodness. That nearly put an end to my plans to become the Matchmaker.
[Marriage Treasure Tree, your day has finally come.]
[I'm passing up the position of Emperor Chen Gou to become the Matchmaker. I promised you I would, and I always keep my word!]
Nu Wa's face darkened.
How can you shout something so melodramatic in your own head?
Nu Wa couldn't be bothered with him.
"When does the contest start? I'll call someone over."
She had picked up "call someone over" from Liu Mang. It was a fitting way to put it.
"In that case, let's start with the position of Ziwei Great Emperor." Haotian looked toward the Interception Sect disciples. "Which of you martial nephews will go first? Or will Duobao take the field himself?"
"I'll hold the first round for Eldest Senior Brother!"
The speaker was Flame Immortal Luo Xuan.
Ever since Liu Mang had given Luo Xuan the True Sun Essence, he had devoted himself to refining the Myriad Crow Pot. Even his cultivation had fallen behind, leaving him at only the peak of the Golden Immortal realm.
According to Luo Xuan, though, he could now hold his own against a late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal.
Perhaps he had overestimated himself and underestimated the Exposition Sect cultivators.
The moment Luo Xuan faced Manjushri, he was bound