Chen Wei finished his song.
At the other end of the Voice Transmission Jade Talisman, Yang Chan listened in complete satisfaction. The lilting little tune had doused every last spark of her pent-up anger.
Such were the thoughts of female immortals: stroke their fur the right way, and even a matter as vast as the heavens could soften into silk around your finger.
There was good reason people searched to the ends of the earth for a kindred soul.
"At least you put some thought into it." Yang Chan's voice was soft and sweet, her tone docile. "Focus on your duties at Tongming Hall. Don't let thoughts of me distract you. I'm doing quite well at Guanjiangkou. Aside from cultivating, I spend my days tending flowers and plants. Don't worry about me."
Hearing that, Chen Wei readily replied, "Wonderful! If you're comfortable at Guanjiangkou, Chan'er, then I can rest easy!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
The fluctuations of immortal power within the jade talisman abruptly froze.
"Chen Qingquan!" Yang Chan's voice rose, turning fiery again. "What exactly do you mean by that? My second brother has me locked up in Guanjiangkou, and I can't leave, yet you think that's wonderful? Are you just hoping I never return to the Heavenly Court, so you can enjoy your carefree days out there?"
Chen Wei was dumbstruck.
She had been perfectly fine a moment ago. How had she changed her face faster than someone could turn a page?
"Chan'er, that's absolutely not what I meant..." At a loss, Chen Wei's eyes darted, and inspiration struck in the nick of time. He immediately put on an act and called out, "Oh! Star Lord! Your subordinate is here, listening! What are your instructions?"
Then he hurriedly spoke into the jade talisman. "Chan'er, Star