I didn't want to be a boy attendant. Who the hell wanted to be a boy attendant?
"I wasn't talking about being the Fate-Arranging Boy. I meant the Matchmaker."
"You? You want to be the Matchmaker?" Nu Wa looked utterly disdainful.
It wasn't that she disagreed. The Heavenly Dao simply would not permit such a thing.
As the saying went, when one's virtue did not match one's position, disaster was sure to follow.
Did Liu Mang lack virtue? No, he did not. But he lacked strength, which meant that even if he had virtue, he could not make use of it.
Whether it was becoming the First Human, Ziyi, or marriage itself, every single matter had earned Liu Mang an enormous amount of Merit.
Although that Merit could not compare to becoming a Saint or attaining the Dao, nor could it compare to that of the primary beneficiaries, for any other living being in Hong Huang, it was still a vast amount—so much it was nearly overflowing.
To say nothing else, if Liu Mang walked down the road now and some living being dared attack him, then so long as Liu Mang did not court death, the other party would definitely be the one struck by lightning.
"Logically speaking, since the Marriage Treasure Tree has fallen into your hands, no one but you can be the Matchmaker. But forget a Quasi-Saint—you are not even a Great Luo. You are merely an ordinary living being.
"How can you bear the duties of the Matchmaker? Even without mentioning the backlash from the karma of marriage, that alone could make you die and vanish from existence. Even if there were no backlash, the Dao of Marriage alone would be enough to make you sink into it and assimilate you."
"It isn't that Mother