Any other immortal, hearing Yang Jian go that far, would surely have taken the offered way down the slope, laughed it off, and let the matter drop.
But who was Yang Chan?
She was Yang Jian's own younger sister. She knew her second brother all too well. If there really were nothing to it, he would not even have deigned to explain.
And now he had actually gone out of his way to emphasize it?
Yang Chan's eyes darted around, and she refused to let it go. "Second Brother, tell your little sister the truth. That aura on you definitely belongs to the dragon clan. Could it be..."
"Third Sister!" Yang Jian raised his voice in a sharp rebuke. "Enough!"
His meaning could not have been clearer-there was an outsider here. Couldn't she leave her brother a little dignity?
Chen Wei lowered his head even further. He truly wished he could cast an invisibility spell.
The more you knew, the sooner you died.
That was the foremost ironclad rule for staying alive he had learned from scrambling and struggling on the grand stage of the Heavenly Court Stage.
And this was romantic gossip about the war god of the Three Realms, the Justice Heavenly Deity, no less.
As Chen Wei copied out Article 742 of the "Code of Conduct for Immortals of the Three Realms" from memory, he silently prayed, You two can argue all you like. Just pretend I don't exist!
Yang Jian had hoped Chen Wei's presence would make Yang Chan restrain herself a little.
But he had miscalculated.
Would Yang Chan grant him that courtesy?
Absolutely not!
Right now, she dearly wished Yang Jian would fly into a rage out of embarrassment, flick his sleeve, and fly away. Once her second brother left, she would finally have