They took their leave of the Cloud Tower Palace.
Chen Wei and his companions wasted no time. They immediately turned their Auspicious Cloud around and headed straight for the Netherworld.
The Netherworld was a vital seat of reincarnation in the Three Realms, shrouded in darkness year-round and thick with sinister yin energy.
Since joining the ranks of immortals, this was Chen Wei's first descent into the Netherworld. Black mist swirled around them, and icy winds gusted past. An ordinary Immortal Official would rather undertake a bitter assignment in the Mortal Realm than come here.
Sun Wukong, however, knew the place like the back of his hand.
After all, when he had wreaked havoc in the Netherworld years ago, a flurry of blows from his staff had sent the Ten Kings of Hell scrambling beneath their desks. Along the way, he had crossed every monkey off the Book of Life and Death. As for whether the final accounting records submitted to Tongming Hall actually balanced, that depended entirely on the tacit understanding among the various immortals.
Chen Wei had no mind to concern himself with that now. His head was filled with Yang Chan.
This was far too fake!
Yang Chan quietly followed beside Chen Wei, without so much as an unnecessary word throughout the journey.
There was no scolding, no jealousy, and none of those elbow strikes she used to throw at him at the drop of a hat.
Actually, the elbow strikes would have been welcome.
Chen Wei felt as though he were sitting on a bed of needles, itching all over. How was this Yang Chan?
This lady certainly had a lovely temperament now, a veritable model for every female immortal in the Three Realms. He could not find a single fault with her, yet deep inside, he