After Jian Nanchun was thrown out of the room by three little female demons.
He quickly ran back to his own room and changed into a flamboyant new outfit.
Today, he is the emcee.
Also known as the matchmaker.
In short, he will be hosting today's wedding banquet.
The task is particularly challenging.
Jian Nanchun thought for a moment.
He fumbled under his bed for a box.
Opening the box, he found a neatly ironed plain robe.
This was his pretentious battle attire from back in the day.
Seven hundred years later, it has been kept in excellent condition under his meticulous care.
Jian Nanchun carefully put on the white robe.
Combed his white hair back,
and carefully shaved the stubble from his face in front of the mirror.
Even having become "Mediterranean," it's hard to conceal his former unparalleled charm.
"Finally..."
Jian Nanchun walked to the cabinet and gave it a tap.
An old umbrella popped out from a hidden compartment.
