Somewhere atop the floating isle of Peachblossom Ascension, petals danced in the wind, music floated like soft mist, and love was quite literally in the air.
It was time for the Divine Matchmaking Festival—where cultivators from every sect, rank, and realm came together to forge fateful bonds, exchange heartfelt spiritual tokens… or simply flirt over mooncakes under moonlight.
There were lanterns in the skies. Laughter in the air. And Lin Fan… in a bush.
"I shouldn't be here," he muttered, gripping a crumpled invitation he definitely stole from someone else.
Beside him, the old man nodded solemnly. "Correct."
"And yet… I must be here. For love. For justice. For—"
"For stalking Hei Long and Yinyin again."
Lin Fan put on his fake beard, love-themed talisman robe, and heart-shaped mask.
He now looked like a creepy spirit uncle who'd forgotten what personal space was.
"Time to become... Master Crimson Bloom, professional matchmaker and definitely not Lin Fan."
