Chen Wei paced alone in the side room, clutching the Jade Pendant tightly. He probed it with his divine sense, but received no response.
Usually, whenever he sent a message, Yang Chan would respond.
Today, however, it was like a stone sinking into Return to the Ruins-not even a splash?
"What urgent business could she possibly be busy with?" Chen Wei muttered to himself. He had actually begun fretting over gains and losses. "Forget it! The road to immortality is long. Why dwell on it? The mystery of the West Sea still hasn't been unraveled."
He was just about to sit cross-legged when a soft knock suddenly came from outside.
Three knocks, no more, no less.
Chen Wei swept his divine sense over the doorway and said softly, "Come in."
Whoosh.
A streak of golden light slipped through the gap in the door. Ma Muzhi landed steadily before Chen Wei and cupped his hands respectfully. "Sir!"
"Old Ma, you noticed?" Chen Wei went straight to the point without even lifting his eyelids.
"Nothing could escape your discerning eyes, sir." Ma Muzhi grinned, his flattery flowing effortlessly. Then he drew out his Feather Fan and waved it gently. "The more I think about it, the less it sits right with me. Ao Run is definitely hiding something."
Chen Wei nodded. He had noticed long ago.
The reason was simple.
Both Chen Wei and Ma Muzhi had climbed up from the lowest ranks of the Heavenly Court's immortal officials. With no backing, they had survived by reading expressions and moods, committing every move of the high-ranking immortals to memory. Back in the great hall, the Dragon King had been far too warm toward them.
Although the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas had always fawned over the Heavenly Court, enthusiasm that overstepped