Chen Wei stood below the seat of honor, his back ramrod straight.
When making a living in the Heavenly Court, hesitating for even a moment over an assignment from a higher immortal was an insult to one's future prospects.
"If the Dao Ancestor commands it, this humble official will carry it out without asking why," Chen Wei said, his expression unchanged. "Running errands for the Dao Ancestor is my good fortune. No matter how difficult the assignment, I will give it my utmost effort."
"Hahaha-"
"Good! Well said-your utmost effort!"
At Chen Wei's display, Taishang Laojun could not help laughing aloud. Then he flicked his fly-whisk, and a Jade Porcelain Bottle flew from the mouth of the Eight Trigrams Furnace, landing squarely in Chen Wei's palm.
The porcelain bottle felt warm in his hand, brimming with vitality and the fragrance of pills.
Chen Wei held the porcelain bottle in both hands without speaking, quietly waiting for Laojun's instructions.
"Make a trip for this old Daoist and deliver these pills." Laojun turned his gaze toward the sea of clouds beyond the hall doors, his tone calm. "Go to Emerald Cloud Mountain Banana Cave and hand them to Bull Demon King and Madam Iron Fan."
"Yes, this humble official accepts your command." Chen Wei answered respectfully, but his mind had already begun turning.
The Heavenly Court's historical records noted that Madam Iron Fan of Banana Cave was far from ordinary. Born a Rakshasi Woman, she had once received a few casual pointers from Taishang Laojun while he traveled in mortal guise, and those had actually enabled her to attain an Earth Immortal dao fruit.
In terms of seniority and their bond of discipleship, Madam Iron Fan could count as half a Named Disciple of Laojun's.
With backing like that, she should have