Sun Wukong's words did not have much of an impact on the Immortals, but they had a significant effect on the Demons.
As the banquet came to a close and the Immortals bid their farewells to leave, many Demons lingered around The Matchmaking God, inquiring about their own marriage fates.
Seeing this scene, Ao Luan couldn't help but feel moved.
"Older brother."
She rolled her eyes, probing cautiously, "Shouldn't you lead by example?"
"What do you mean?"
Sun Wukong asked.
Ao Luan was at a loss for words and decided to let it go.
"Speaking of which."
Sun Wukong suddenly remembered the Immortal Swords and took them out.
"Here, take these for self-defense," Sun Wukong said. "I've had Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad refine them."
The appearance of these Immortal Swords immediately caught the attention of Immortal Zhenyuan nearby.
"Little brother, giving so many at once is bound to raise suspicions," he thought to himself, then turned to look at Ao Luan.
