Yang Jian watched Chen Wei speak with such brazen arrogance and laughed in his fury. "Good! What a silver tongue you have!"
His killing intent was almost tangible.
Sensing that things were going wrong, Chen Wei silently recited a spell, ready to flee. This was his second option.
Just then, Yang Chan reacted swiftly and seized Yang Jian's sleeve. "Second Brother! It's been so long since we paid our respects to Father and Mother. I want to go."
Yang Jian, who had been about to erupt, froze.
Father and Mother were the deepest scar in the Justice Heavenly Deity's heart. Whoever touched it would die. Only his own younger sister, standing before him, could invoke them without fear.
Yang Jian closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were as still as an ancient well. "All right!"
Yang Chan breathed a sigh of relief and turned her face to give an instruction. "Qingquan, wait here!"
With that, she followed Yang Jian, and the siblings headed toward the rear courtyard.
"Phew..." Seeing this, Chen Wei let out a relieved breath. He had truly felt Yang Jian's intent to kill just now.
But he had to take the gamble.
When navigating the Heavenly Court, the worst mistake was to waver between two sides. His relationship with Yang Chan was ambiguous, and sooner or later, it would be impossible to hide. If he had cowered under Yang Jian's pressure today, he would only have earned his contempt. Since he would have to face this eventually, he might as well lay his cards on the table.
Make his position clear.
At least now, Yang Jian knew he was no coward.
What will Chan'er say to the True Lord? Chen Wei looked toward the empty doorway to the rear hall, silently weighing things up.