This was Chen Wei's second visit to Yaochi.
His last visit had been, well, his last visit, when he had come with Yang Chan to handle the fruit supply from Flower-Fruit Mountain. Back then, she had still been dressed as a man, having the time of her life with the Seven Fairies in Yaochi's great hall.
Chen Wei's brain had failed to make the connection at the time. He had stood foolishly outside the hall like a guardian deity, convinced that Yang Chan was the Third Holy Mother's lady confidante. Only after all that fuss had he discovered that eight female immortals had gathered together to make a monkey out of him.
Returning to this familiar place now, he could not help feeling a little wistful.
But the current atmosphere made it impossible to relax.
The Queen Mother of the West, foremost among the female immortals of the Three Realms, had suddenly issued a summons, expressly ordering Yang Chan to accompany him to Yaochi to answer her questions.
Chen Wei turned to glance at Yang Chan.
Throughout the journey, the normally chatty, utterly fearless Third Holy Mother had been unusually silent. He and Yang Chan had spent more than a century in Dao Fruit Fusion in the mortal world, and their hearts had long since become attuned. Even without a word from her, he could guess that she was bottling up her anger.
"Chan'er, are you upset?" Chen Wei slowed the Auspicious Cloud and broke the silence.
"Why are you only asking now?" Yang Chan gave him a sidelong look.
Chen Wei froze.
Good grief, why did she sound like she was picking a fight? Had I just asked for trouble?
"I noticed your expression was off when we received the decree," Chen Wei tried to reason with her. "But