In the end, Chen Wei chose to put Yang Chan's words out of his mind.
Investigate the spies?
There was no need.
The entire Censorate, from top to bottom, was probably full of them.
If he really investigated thoroughly, the office would have to shut down. There wouldn't even be an Immortal Official left to serve tea and water. Besides, he stood straight and sat upright, his conscience spotless. All he thought about was how to be a good, conscientious immortal and admire the Third Holy Mother. Where would he find the time for crooked schemes?
If the spies wanted to watch, let them.
He would simply treat them as guards.
Having reasoned that out, Chen Wei felt considerably more at ease. Supporting Yang Chan, he rode a cloud toward Lingxiao Palace.
Along the way, he repeatedly rehearsed what he would say when he met the Great Heavenly Venerable.
The most crucial ironclad rule: under absolutely no circumstances could he climb the pole offered to him and start calling him Uncle.
What kind of Three Realms joke would that be?
He hadn't even gotten past Yang Jian yet. If word got out, how humiliating would that be for the Holy Manifestation True Lord?
He simply couldn't bring himself to say "Uncle," nor did he dare. Until his relationship had an official standing, dutifully remaining a subject was the proper course.
Lingxiao Palace.
By now, Chen Wei knew his way around the place.
Looking back on his trembling dread when he was first summoned, and comparing it with his present ease,
he truly had walked on thin ice every step of the way.
As he had expected, Taibai Jinxing was there as well as the Great Heavenly Venerable.
"Uncle!" The moment Yang Chan saw the Great Heavenly Venerable, she released