Chen Wei might put on an act, but he always knew when to stop. He would never keep pushing his luck toward death.
No one should mistake Yang Chan for anything less than the Third Holy Mother. This Little Ancestor truly bore the title of one of the Heavenly Court's top Immortal Second Generation. If she encountered another immortal's offspring outside, she could point straight at them and ask with complete confidence, "And what sort of Immortal Second Generation are you?"
Seeing the fairy lower her head and admit her mistake, her attitude softening, he relented.
Chen Wei swiftly picked up the mutton-fat jade bottle and tucked it into the Storage Bag at his waist, taking the offered slope to climb down. "Chan'er, we ought to trust each other more from now on! By the way, how did you sneak out again? Didn't Second Brother stop you?"
"How could Second Brother know?" Yang Chan's eyes darted around, her tone rather smug. "While he was discussing matters with the Meishan Brothers, I slipped out. Before leaving, I even left your divine sense imprint on the restraining seal around my bedroom as cover. If Second Brother traces the aura, all he'll find is you."
"..."
The smile froze on Chen Wei's face. His mouth hung half-open, but he simply could not think of anything to say.
Good grief.
She had left his divine sense imprint as bait?
Chen Wei's head buzzed. Even thinking with his feet, he could imagine what would happen if Yang Jian inspected the rear courtyard, traced the aura, and discovered his little sister missing, with only a wisp of Chen Wei's divine sense imprint left behind. He hardly dared picture the scene.
The next time they met?
Wouldn't the Holy Manifestation True Lord come after him with the