Guanjiangkou.
Yang Chan lowered her cloud, carrying a bamboo basket filled with freshly cooked tangyuan with sweet osmanthus filling, Yang Jian's favorite.
Chen Wei naturally hadn't dared follow her. He knew his place. If he actually showed up, Yang Jian would see the pig rooting at his family's tender, juicy cabbage brazenly coming to his door and find fault with everything he did. Forget borrowing a magical treasure-he would probably summon Howling Celestial Dog and draw his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd on the spot.
Keeping out of sight was the best way to get things done.
The main hall of the Yang Family mansion was spacious, with sandalwood incense burning inside.
Yang Jian heard light footsteps outside. Without even raising his head, he recognized his third sister's presence and knew she had come home.
The True Lord glanced up. Seeing Yang Chan alone, without the irritating Chen Wei tagging along, he immediately smiled. His eyes swept over his sister, and he couldn't help asking, "Third Sister! Why do you look so thin you're almost unrecognizable?"
Yang Chan rolled her eyes.
An immortal's body was impervious to heat and cold, its weight changed at will, and its appearance remained unchanged for ten thousand years. How could she possibly have grown that thin?
Clearly, her second brother was so delighted that Chen Wei wasn't there that he was telling barefaced lies.
"Second Brother!" Yang Chan shoved the bamboo basket into Yang Jian's arms and teased him. "We've only been apart a few days! Since when did you become so talkative?"
Though she was joking, she kept her guard up.
Her second brother really was acting strangely today. Normally, whether she met him in the Heavenly Court or Guanjiangkou, the Justice Heavenly Deity was like an ice sculpture, finding even one extra word too