Yang Chan finally compromised.
But her compromise came with conditions.
In front of the Meishan Brothers, Chen Wei promised his little tyrant that he would send voice transmissions every day and absolutely would not forget.
"Don't worry, Chan'er. You won't miss a single voice transmission!"
"Not even one!" Yang Chan kept a stern face, her tone fierce, but her eyes were full of reluctance to part.
"Don't worry. I won't delay them for even a moment." In front of outsiders, Chen Wei humbled himself as far as he could. Only with that firm promise did Yang Chan rise onto a cloud with the Meishan Brothers and leave, looking back three times with every step.
Watching the Auspicious Cloud gradually recede into the distance,
Chen Wei sank into thought. The Meishan Brothers had arrived at far too convenient a moment.
Why had Yang Jian acted so suddenly?
And why had his timing landed precisely after the raw rice had just become cooked rice? Even the Celestial Observatory's Timekeeping Instrument couldn't have calculated it so accurately.
Chen Wei turned it over and over in his mind until his head buzzed.
"No, I absolutely can't sit here waiting to die."
"Once that True Lord catches on and comes to my door with a blade, it'll be too late to think of a solution."
Gritting his teeth, Chen Wei turned and instructed the deputy official under him to remain on Mistcloud Mountain, sort and file away all the captured spirits and case records, and clean up the mess here properly. He himself mounted an Auspicious Cloud and headed straight for the Heavenly Court's Clear Pool without looking back.
First, he needed to report on the Wild Centipede Spirit's case and go through the motions.
Second, he needed to sound out Taibai Jinxing as soon