After hearing Guanyin Bodhisattva's words, Chen Wei understood.
The Great Heavenly Venerable seemed all smiles, keeping out of Yang Chan's affairs, but his schemes ran deep. Yang Chan was his own niece. With a love tribulation this immense, how could he possibly not enter the fray himself?
As for Yang Jian, his attitude seemed to have softened, but he, too, was quietly laying plans in the shadows.
Chen Wei mocked himself inwardly.
Did I really think a silver tongue and a couple more bowls of tangyuan would let me stay with Yang Chan as a matter of course?
Dream on!
She was the Jade Emperor's niece, the Holy Manifestation True Lord's own sister, an existence at the very pinnacle of the Three Realms.
Such an absurd plot belonged only in the storybooks penned by sour, frustrated scholars in the mortal world.
Actually, Chen Wei had another path available, just as Sun Wukong had once casually suggested: damn the consequences, cook the raw rice with Yang Chan and make the deed irreversible-have a baby with her first.
But what would that accomplish?
If he truly did something so disgraceful, he would sever every last connection with the word "immortal."
There were no shortcuts.
After weighing it briefly, Chen Wei cupped his hands toward Guanyin Bodhisattva in thanks. "Bodhisattva, this junior understands."
"Affinity arises and fades, all as karma decrees." Guanyin Bodhisattva nodded and swept her slender hand, dropping three willow leaves into Chen Wei's palm. "Chang Geng and this humble monk have been friends for many years. Since I have chosen to help, I shall see it through. At a critical moment, these three green leaves can preserve a wisp of the Third Holy Mother's divine soul from destruction."
"Thank you for bestowing this treasure, Bodhisattva!" Chen Wei put away the