Chen Wei stared at the jade pendant, unable to collect himself for a long while.
So this thing really did conceal hidden depths. It could even transmit voices directly, just like a Voice Transmission Talisman?
"Chan'er, you..." Chen Wei instinctively called out to the jade pendant.
"Oh, I don't have much time! Hurry and find my uncle!" Yang Chan's voice came from the jade pendant again, her words rushed. She was clearly hiding from something.
As soon as her voice faded,
the red light flowing over the jade pendant dimmed, and it fell to the floor.
Chen Wei hurriedly picked it up and turned it over in his hands twice. He tried injecting a thread of magic power, but the jade pendant did not react. It had become an ordinary piece of mutton-fat jade again.
Good heavens.
There was only one thought in his mind now: Thank goodness.
Thank goodness he had held the line back at the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace when faced with the delicate, alluring Eastern Sea princess, Ao Rui.
Otherwise?
What would Yang Chan have done to him?
He should have known long ago. How could a personal possession given to him by the Third Holy Mother possibly be some ordinary trinket that merely kept him safe?
"Thank goodness!" Chen Wei felt immensely relieved, but then another difficulty struck him.
Who else could the uncle Yang Chan mentioned be, other than the Great Heavenly Venerable in the Thirty-Three Heavens?
This meant taking a grievance straight to the throne-and the accusation would be against Yang Jian.
Chen Wei walked over to his desk, his gaze falling on the jade slip report he had just finished writing about the Rain Directorate's abuse of authority and failure to investigate properly. Originally, he had planned to hold the report back