Guanjiangkou.
Two streaks of rainbow light cleaved through the sea of clouds. Their radiance faded, revealing two figures.
Chen Wei carried eight sandalwood gift boxes of assorted sizes. The moment his feet touched the ground, they seemed to take root, and he refused to advance another half step. He set down the boxes, straightened his immortal robe, smoothed the creases in his cuffs, then lowered his head to inspect his shoes.
Meticulous down to the smallest detail.
On par with mortal embroidery.
"Chan'er, wait." Chen Wei coughed and said solemnly, "An untidy appearance is a grave taboo. When meeting the True Lord, there can be no room for carelessness. Allow me to check my attire once more."
"That's the twenty-seventh time!" Yang Chan clenched her pearly teeth and forced the words through them. This fool had adjusted his clothes twenty-six times on the cloud during their flight from the South Heaven Gate to Guanjiangkou, and now that they were here, he wanted to check again?
"Better prepared than sorry!" Chen Wei gave a sheepish laugh.
Though he spoke of straightening his clothes, he had secretly spread his divine sense outward long ago.
He detected no killing intent.
Nor any ambush.
The Grass-Headed Gods stood ramrod straight, weapons in hand, and smiled especially brightly when they saw Chen Wei. Several commanders he knew waved in greeting.
Chen Wei kept muttering inwardly.
It should be fine, right?
The Grass-Headed Gods were smiling so kindly. Surely they weren't seeing him off to his death in advance.
Since the surroundings were safe, he would have to steel himself and move forward.
Chen Wei picked up the gift boxes again and followed Yang Chan up the steps.
They had just crossed the threshold.
Kang Anyu, leader of the Six Brothers of Meishan, came forward to