Creak.
The door opened.
Entering through the door was a youth she had never seen before, holding a large plate covered with a red cloth.
The matchmaker was instantly taken aback.
"Who are you?"
The youth smiled.
"Matchmaker, who I am is not important; what's important is who my boss is."
As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for the matchmaker to respond, the youth suddenly burst into Blood Mist with a bang.
Out of the Blood Mist emerged a shadow as tall as a man, tearing away its human skin, its body entwined with vines, an unfamiliar Demon form.
And the tray in his hand, propelled by the wind pressure of the Blood Mist, flew out, revealing its contents.
It was a demon's head.
Engraved on the head were the words "Tang Shan."
The matchmaker's expression stiffened and then slowly became icy cold.
Even in war between states, envoys are spared from the blade.
That Blood Demon sure has some guts!
The matchmaker watched the [Vine Demon] with a chilly gaze.
