Chen Wei stuck to his usual routine: no grand mobilization, no ceremonial procession, just Xiao Yan and Chu Feng tagging along.
Along the way, Xiao Yan was far steadier than when he had first ascended to the Heavenly Court. After studying under Ma Muzhi for so long, he had inevitably picked up some of Old Ma's temperament: smooth, tactful, and never saying more than necessary.
Chu Feng needed even less mention. He was an old hand among the heavenly generals who had been around the block.
The two minor immortals shared one goal: stay close on their Chief Official's heels.
Chen Wei was another matter. Holding his Voice Transmission Jade Talisman, he frowned slightly. Before leaving for the Eastern Sea, he had sent Yang Chan a message to let her know he was safe, mentioning in passing that he was heading to the East Sea Dragon Palace on official business.
Normally, once a message was sent through a Voice Transmission Jade Talisman, its runes would react as soon as the recipient swept it with their divine sense.
And they had.
Read.
But no reply.
"Is she angry?" Chen Wei put away the Voice Transmission Jade Talisman, utterly baffled. He carefully thought back over his behavior. His attitude had been proper, and he had done nothing out of line. Even if Yang Chan was upset, surely she would not refuse to answer his message?
He waited half an hour, but the jade talisman remained as quiet as a roosting chicken.
Most likely, she's having one of those girlish moods, Chen Wei muttered inwardly as he watched the sea of clouds churn ahead. *A fairy is still a woman, after all. There are always a few days every month when she feels irritable, her divine power gets out of balance, and she's