The blue-brick floor was a little cold.
Chen Wei lay flat on his back on the floor, staring at the painted rafters as he silently sucked in a breath of cold air.
A solid elbow strike from a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, even without any magic power behind it, packed enough force from the immortal body alone to give a Golden Immortal more than he could stomach.
"Hmph!" Yang Chan snorted, the blush on her face not yet entirely faded. "That's what you get for fooling me!"
With that, the proud Holy Mother vanished in a flash.
She was just that unreasonable. Even when she was fleeing out of embarrassment, she still had to have the last word.
Rubbing his chest, Chen Wei shook his head with a rueful smile.
What could he say?
He couldn't beat her in a fight, and he couldn't curse her out either. His own loose tongue had brought this disaster upon him. What could he do but suffer in silence?
"All right, come in." Chen Wei stood up and called out irritably.
A moment later, his four trusted subordinates-Ma Muzhi, Pang Long, Xiao Yan, and Chu Feng-strolled in in a neat file. The four immortals stood in a row, none of them looking at Chen Wei's chest, all wanting to laugh but not daring to.
Heavenly Court iron law: no matter how badly the chief official embarrassed himself, unless he gave the order, they must not laugh aloud, even if they had to pinch their thighs black and blue.
"Well, now." Chen Wei sat in the seat of honor and tried to salvage his dignity. "Lord Yang and I were exchanging pointers on Daoist arts just now. Ah, Lord Yang's cultivation and strength are impressive indeed. I was careless for a moment and failed