With a wave of his hand and a pat of his butt, Qin Fen slipped away, leaving chaos behind in the Heavenly Court. He did not care who the Jade Emperor was fighting with, nor did he care whether Matchmaker Yue felt suicidal. At worst, he could bring him back to life in the Underworld. Besides, these were immortals—how could they die so easily? What suicide? They were all indestructible cockroaches with incredible resistance to pressure.
Qin Fen put away his phone, several questions surfacing in his mind. He was not wearing his glasses right now, but Big Chef's appearance seemed somewhat blurred. First, all these people knew him and were not strangers to him, yet he had been using the Official Account, Rhythm Beneath the Desk Lamp, not the ID Dao Follows Nature!
So the question was, who exactly had they been chatting with? It had to be someone famous, or Ziwei would not have acted so familiar.
Second, the Heavenly Dao was an independent entity. During the matter involving Lu Pan last time, it had nearly gotten into a fight with him and had strongly expressed its dissatisfaction. So it definitely was not someone impersonating the Heavenly Dao, right? Qin Fen used that "right" naturally, because everything lay within the Heavenly Dao's control. If someone was impersonating it, there was no way it would not know!
Third, who exactly was this Official Account standing in for? Why was WeChat's operator doing this, and what was its purpose? Qin Fen really wanted to know.
Fine. If he could not figure it out, he would stop thinking about it. Qin Fen decided to deal with it later.
The night passed quietly. The Heavenly Court changed unpredictably; people and things were no longer the same. The Jade Emperor attended court early