Daohua sized up the red thread tree, feeling that it indeed was very large, and appeared to be several hundred years old.
As more and more people gathered under the red thread tree, Daohua turned to Ping Tong, "Is it necessary to tie a red thread?"
Ping Tong nodded, "Of course, how can one miss tying a red thread after praying to Yuelao? Think about it, miss, what if Yuelao matches you with a fine young man, but you failed to tie the red thread and let him slip away? That would be a regrettable loss."
Daohua fell silent, "All right then, you guys wait here, I'll look around."
She didn't want to just wait around foolishly, the branches and leaves of the red thread tree were lush, many branches stretching outwards. She'd look to see if she could tie a red thread somewhere else.
Ping Tong quickly said, "Miss, don't go too far."
Daohua nodded, then began to stroll around the red thread tree.
