Above Mistcloud Mountain, the clouds churned.
The Nine Heavens Demon-Suppressing Grand Commander's fleet of Flying Boats descended, blotting out the sky.
The spectacle displayed the majesty of a high official of the Heavenly Court to its fullest: ten Flying Boats lined up abreast, their decks packed with armored Heavenly Soldiers and Generals bearing weapons, banners obscuring the heavens as war drums thundered.
Though there were no fairies scattering flowers to clear the way, it was enough to make the demons of the Mortal Realm go weak in the knees.
Back at the foot of Mount Hua, Ma Muzhi had envied Yang Chan's ceremonial escort, dreaming of cutting such an imposing figure himself.
Now Chen Wei was enjoying it for real.
The Grand Commander's Government Office's Flying Boats arrived one after another, filling Mistcloud Mountain to capacity. On the Welcome Immortal Terrace at its foot, the local deities had long since formed a queue. Earth Gods, Mountain Gods, River Gods, and City Gods had all donned brand-new official robes and held jade tablets to welcome his arrival, leading a host of minor immortals and clerks as they waited.
In principle.
Chen Wei was an immortal who liked to keep a low profile, not put on grand spectacles. Quietly making a fortune was his guiding principle.
But that would not do this time. Yang Chan would not agree.
Before they left, the little tyrant had insisted on pulling out all the stops. Her reasoning was perfectly sound: the Nine Heavens Demon-Suppressing Grand Commander's first official visit to the Mortal Realm represented the dignity of both the Heavenly Court and her Maternal Uncle. It absolutely could not look shabby.
And what did she do? She made Chen Wei put on the show out front while she disguised herself as a handsome Male Immortal.