Chen Wei had a dream.
In his dream, he was in the mansion's rear courtyard, where immortal qi swirled and immortal cranes dozed beside the pond. He watched two little children running around the courtyard with a delighted smile.
One boy and one girl, both as exquisite as carved jade.
His daughter was as sweet and obedient as could be, and looked as though she had been cast from the same mold as Chen Wei.
The little brat, however, was nothing like her. Carrying a wooden stick he had picked up somewhere, the boy leaped and scrambled all over the courtyard, chasing the immortal cranes into the sky. Worse still, he climbed onto the courtyard wall, waved his stick, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'm going to storm Lingxiao Palace! I'm going to tear down the South Heaven Gate!"
Chen Wei sprayed out his entire mouthful of tea.
He was a refined, scholarly Immortal Official of the Heavenly Court. Not one of the past eight generations of his ancestors had harbored a rebellious bone, so how had he ended up with such an unruly son?!
"You little brat! You dare rebel?!"
"Still planning to tear down the South Heaven Gate? Still planning to storm Lingxiao Palace?!"
Chen Wei dragged the boy off the wall and raised his hand to deliver a flurry of smacks to his little bottom. As he spanked him, he muttered inwardly. What a strange business. His father is so refined, so how did he turn out to be a born warrior? Could it be because of Yang Chan?
While he was disciplining the boy, something happened.
The sky around him suddenly darkened.
Chen Wei looked up and sucked in a sharp breath. A face loomed right before him.
It was Yang Jian's face!