Madam Iron Fan's gaze swept back and forth between Chen Wei and Yang Chan. She saw at a glance how lovey-dovey they were.
This Lord Chen certainly had a handsome face, one that could rank among the finest male immortals in the Three Realms. But at the end of the day, he was only a Golden Immortal, with an unremarkable background in a Heavenly Court teeming with the powerful and privileged.
Then there was Yang Chan.
The Great Heavenly Venerable's own niece, the Third Holy Mother of Mount Hua, a bona fide Primordial Unity Golden Immortal-her status was beyond compare.
Standing together, these two immortals looked mismatched in every possible way.
Yet the Third Holy Mother had just protected this minor Immortal Official as though she feared Madam Iron Fan would swallow Chen Wei alive.
Seeing this, Madam Iron Fan simply took her time putting away the pills and watched Chen Wei with keen interest.
"Madam." Her stare made Chen Wei's skin crawl. He cupped his hands. "Do you have any questions about the pills from Tusita Palace? If anything is unclear, this humble official will gladly tell you everything he knows."
"No questions."
Madam Iron Fan tucked the porcelain bottle into her sleeve, then parted her red lips. "I merely find it curious. My, when you were wearing that monkey face just now, you kept calling me 'sweetie.' Why have you become so distant now that you've shown your true face, all proper and polite with your 'Madam'?"
That remark really took the cake.
Chen Wei had calculated every possibility, but he had never expected the Rakshasi Woman to dredge up old accounts to his face-and pick out the very words that could get him killed!
Sure enough.
Bang!
A dull thud rang out.
Yang Chan slammed her palm