Outside Banana Cave.
When Yang Chan saw that the Banana Leaf Fan had stopped waving and the astral wind had died down, she knew the old demoness was happy to take the offered path down from her high horse.
She snapped her folding fan shut and laughed heartily. "Madam, it's windy and dusty outside Green Cloud Mountain. We can't keep standing at the cave entrance in the wind. Why don't we go inside, sit down, have some tea, and talk things over?"
"Very well. Since Lord Chen has asked, let's go inside~" Madam Iron Fan put away the Banana Leaf Fan and cast a disdainful sidelong glance at the fake monkey beside her. Yet when she turned toward Yang Chan, her eyes rippled with affection, and she even winked.
Then, with a gentle sway of her waist, she sauntered deeper into the cave abode.
Seeing this, Chen Wei thought the assignment had finally gotten underway and moved to follow her. But before his foot crossed the stone threshold, an iron-hard elbow suddenly swung back and slammed into him.
Luckily!
He was ready!
"Chan'er, what are you doing?" Chen Wei braced his hand against Yang Chan's arm and gave an awkward smile.
"What's your hurry?" Yang Chan looked back, her voice thick with warning.
Chen Wei's mind worked swiftly, and he immediately realized this female immortal's vinegar jar of jealousy had tipped over. He hastily stepped back half a pace and smiled appeasingly. "Chan'er, you first. After you! This humble official will follow behind."
"I'm warning you!" Yang Chan leaned closer, speaking almost through gritted teeth. "Once we're inside, no looking! Not even a glance, not a single one. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Whatever you say. I won't let my eyes wander." Well versed in the art of