Chen Wei vanished into thin air before their eyes.
Han Xiangzi, who had been playing with gusto, hurriedly lowered his jade flute, his face full of worry. "Star Lord, that dark shadow that descended just now was undoubtedly the Holy Manifestation True Lord's magical treasure, the Heaven-Sweeping Cloak. Chen Wei will likely face more peril than fortune on this trip."
"Fortune must be sought amid danger." Taibai Jinxing remained composed and gently shook his head.
The old Star Lord said no more, merely signaling for everyone to keep playing without pause.
The Eight Immortals exchanged looks, understanding perfectly well.
Since the old Star Lord had spoken, the Groom would not die. At most, he would suffer some pain in the flesh.
Han Xiangzi raised his jade flute to his lips again, and "Drunken Wind, Carefree Song" continued to ring out above the clouds.
The spirit beasts rolling all over the ground remained belly-up, intoxicated by the immortal music.
Speaking of which, there was an old account between the Eight Immortals and Yang Jian that was not for outsiders to know.
According to the Heavenly Court's historical records, when the Eight Immortals were ordered to cross the sea years ago, Yang Jian had specially descended to the Mortal Realm to serve as one of their trials.
The history books never explained the cause. In any case, the thunder had been loud, but the rain light.
In the end, the Great Heavenly Venerable had intervened, publicly reprimanded Yang Jian, then ordered him confined in the Heavenly Prison to face the wall and reflect on his mistakes.
Afterward, the Eight Immortals had naturally ascended.
What had really happened?
On the Heavenly Court Stage, everything depended on good acting.
The Great Heavenly Venerable had never been angry at all. His public reprimand of Yang