The vast West Sea stretched out in an endless expanse of blue waves.
Chen Wei stood atop a cloud and looked down, still turning Yang Jian's words over in his mind.
He had thought the Holy Manifestation True Lord would send him to the Northern Julu Continent to exterminate some ancient demon, or into some treacherous secret realm.
Who would have thought he merely had to visit the West Sea and take care of a little business?
That was it?
Wasn't that far too easy?
Chen Wei instinctively glanced beside him. Standing on the cloud was not the domineering female immortal Yang Chan, but Ma Muzhi and Xiao Yan.
Yang Chan had originally intended to come along, but Yang Jian left no cracks for water to seep through when handling matters. Citing a verbal decree from the Queen Mother of the West, he had hauled his sister off to Yaochi.
It was just as well she had not come.
After spending too much time with Yang Chan, he always felt as though an invisible collar had been fastened around his neck. Heading down to the Mortal Realm on assignment with Ma Muzhi felt much freer.
"Old Ma." Chen Wei patted Ma Muzhi on the shoulder. "How long has it been since we went down to the Mortal Realm on assignment together? See the waters of the West Sea? They remind me of those days on Mount Hua, searching all over the mountain for spirit herbs."
Ma Muzhi gave a couple of dry chuckles. "Indeed, my lord. Those days are still vivid in my mind. But back then, we were Immortal Officials no bigger than sesame seeds or mung beans. Now you're the Chief Official of Tongming Hall's Censorate. Things are very different."
"Empty trappings." Chen Wei waved a hand. "Nothing