A Flowing Rosy Cloud Boat sped like Lightning Flash, while Earth and Rivers unfurled below like a magnificent painted scroll.
The ferry had just left the Northern Yue Region when Liu Xianyang raised his voice and called for Chen Ping'an.
Chen Ping'an, who had been asleep with his head on the table, got up and called out to the Night Roaming God Monarch several times with his mind. When there was no response, he had no choice but to leave the room, walk to the bow, and call Wei Bo by name.
Wei Bo soon appeared aboard the boat. In truth, the moment he heard his divine title, Wei Bo at Piyun Mountain immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Regarding Chen Ping'an's revenge, which had been brewing for years—especially that "deification" of Ma Kuxuan—Wei Bo, precisely because he stood within the divine path, had been even more worried than those at Luopo Mountain who knew of the matter, such as the old cook and Zheng Dafeng. Calling it nerve-racking would not have been an exaggeration.
Chen Ping'an had already taken off his boots. Sitting cross-legged at the bow, he rocked a Vermilion Gourd in one hand. He did not drink, merely listened to the sloshing of the wine within.
Relieved, Wei Bo leaned against the railing and asked curiously, "The Great Li Ministry of Justice's Flying sword message—Jise Peak's Sword Room didn't receive it?"
"We received it," Chen Ping'an said. "I read it. I was busy with proper business, so I couldn't be bothered replying."
Wei Bo was so angry he nearly burst a lung. Just because this fellow had not replied, the entire Great Li Ministry of Justice had to tread on eggshells and painstakingly guess at the thoughts of their National Teacher. Even Emperor His Majesty had had