The Alchemy Room was filled with the fragrance of Elixirs.
Seven Spider Demons were scrutinizing the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, giving him a careful once-over.
After a long scrutiny, they moved to a corner to discuss.
"What should we do, our senior brother is so pitiable, the red thread shows no response."
"Definitely no girl likes him."
The Spider Demons were full of sympathy in their hearts.
The Matchmaking God had given each of them a red thread, instructing them to find suitable candidates; when encountering a predestined man and woman, the red thread would tremble.
The Spider Demons were to tie the red thread on the suitable men and women to qualify as The Matchmaking God's disciples.
They sought out the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord first thing.
But the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord had no appeal to women, the red thread lay still, not moving an inch.
"I think we might as well go fly kites!"
The youngest Spider Demon was getting restless.
"No way!"
