"Fine! I'll grant your wish and come at you!" Yang Jian laughed in his fury, looking ready to strike for real.
"Are you mad?!" Yang Chan jumped in fright, grabbed Chen Wei, and hauled him behind her. "If Second Brother really strikes, can you withstand it? A Daluo Golden Immortal could crush you with the slightest touch!"
How could Chen Wei let a fairy shield him? He caught Yang Chan's arm in turn and stepped back in front.
"Absolutely not!"
"I'm a proud, seven-foot male immortal and head of the Censorate! How could I hide behind a female immortal?"
"Second Brother, vent your anger on me! Don't hurt Chan'er!"
"Shut up! Get back!" Growing frantic, Yang Chan stubbornly refused to yield and circled in front of Chen Wei again, spreading her arms.
"No, I'll take it!" Chen Wei sidestepped forward once more, shielding Yang Chan behind him.
"I will!"
"I will!"
The two seemed to be playing a game, shoving and tugging each other back and forth as each tried to shield the other.
Yang Jian held his hand raised, with nowhere to unleash his magic power.
"Stop!"
The True Lord's face darkened as he dispersed the magic power in his palm. "Enough, enough! Your second brother never said he would lose his temper. Both of you stop and stand still!"
At those words.
Chen Wei and Yang Chan stood side by side, as meek as child attendants who had just been scolded.
Yang Jian took a deep breath, preparing to bring out his authority as an elder brother and give them a proper lecture.
Suddenly.
His brow furrowed as realization struck him.
Wait.
This brat keeps calling me Second Brother, more smoothly than Yang Chan does. When did I ever agree to let him call me that?!
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