The Number One Expert in the Heavenly Court

On a sand dune,

Wang Ming crouched in a pit beside Marshal Tianpeng.

Not far from the pit was Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was paying respects to his mother.

"Marshal! Are you sure this won't get us noticed?" Wang Ming looked at Marshal Tianpeng with an expression that insulted his own intelligence.

Because it truly insulted their intelligence.

Just a dozen meters away from Yang Jian, the two of them squatted in a ditch with only their heads exposed, and the most crucial part was that they called this covert surveillance.

Marshal Tianpeng looked Wang Ming up and down a few times, then leaned in close and said, "Brother Guangming, I consider you one of us, so let me break it down for you. Who is he?"

Wang Ming followed Marshal Tianpeng's pointing finger and said, "Yang Jian!"

Tianpeng shook his head, however, and said, "No! That's His Majesty's nephew! And the grand-disciple of the Celestial Worthy of Primordial Beginning, one of the Three Pure Ones."

Hearing this, Wang Ming understood. Tianpeng had gained serious experience in how to slack off!

"If we fought Yang Jian tooth and nail right now, we would forge a massive grudge. What if His Majesty suddenly softens his heart in the future, recruits his nephew Yang Jian into the Heavenly Court, and makes him a fellow official in the imperial court? How awkward would that make us? Wouldn't we be caught in the middle and blamed by everyone?"

"The most important one is that if we capture Yang Jian, we will inevitably incur the hatred of the Chan Sect. Which of the Twelve Golden Immortals can you afford to provoke?" Tianpeng said with the expression of an expert.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ming immediately offered flattery: "The Marshal is brilliant. If the Marshal hadn't