The White Deer demon spoke with considerable sorrow and adopted an exceedingly humble posture, yet every word carried a threat.
On the grand stage of the Heavenly Court, it had never been about fighting and killing. It was all about connections and worldly dealings.
The Jade Slip in White Deer's hand was a heavenly thunderbolt. If they brought it back to the Censorate and verified the secret accounts recorded within, who knew how many immortals in the Thirty-Three Heavens would lose sleep and appetite?
Pull out a radish, and the mud came with it.
Investigate, or not?
Arrest him, or not?
Hesitation stirred in Chen Wei's heart. It wasn't that he was timid or afraid of trouble, but after all his struggles in the Heavenly Court, he knew that pulling a single hair could move the whole body.
The Censorate had only just established its framework. One careless move could leave them smashed to pieces.
As his thoughts churned,
Chen Wei instinctively turned his head and met Yang Chan's eyes.
His little tyrant's gaze was clear to its depths. She stood quietly without speaking, waiting for his final decision.
"White Deer demon!"
Chen Wei steadied himself and declared righteously, "Death is staring you in the face, yet you still dare use such a filthy ledger that cannot bear the light of day to openly threaten a Censorate Immortal Official? It seems you're determined to remain unrepentant to the bitter end!"
"Lord Chen, are you truly going to arrest this old man?" White Deer dropped his pretense and casually put away the Jade Slip. Strangely, the old demon's voice instead grew calm. His earlier panic vanished, replaced by a composure that made one's skin crawl.
Chen Wei wasted no more words on him. With a sweep of his broad sleeve, the