"Could it be..." The Matchmaker widened his eyes in astonishment, his cinnabar brush nearly slipping from his hand.
Having overseen marriages for thousands of years, he had never seen a red string detach on its own. According to heavenly law, every single red string was supposed to be tied by his own hands, and it was utterly impossible for one to act autonomously.
What shocked him even more was that the red string did not fly toward the mortal world as usual; instead, it raced straight toward the Jade Pool deep within the Heavenly Realm.
Chapter 447