Ever since Chen Wei's two children had been granted the honored title of Star Lord, the atmosphere in Tongming Hall had grown increasingly peculiar.
The Immortal Officials under him worked as though they had swallowed Immortal Pills, each straining to impress their chief. Every day, the office clerks scrubbed the tiles in the main hall with Immortal Spring Water until they could serve as mirrors.
Whenever Chen Wei so much as coughed, three or four subordinates immediately brought him Immortal Fruit Paste to soothe his throat.
There were even more outrageous examples.
Sometimes, tired from reviewing official documents and finding the main hall stifling, Chen Wei would stroll over to the little pond outside Tongming Hall. All he intended to do was stretch, enjoy the breeze, and loosen his limbs.
Splash.
Splash.
Two trails of bubbles rose to the surface.
Then two heads emerged from beneath the water. On closer inspection, they belonged to two Immortal Officials from his office.
What were they doing?
Hooking fish onto Chen Wei's line, naturally.
Their skill at bootlicking had reached unprecedented heights of competition.
This moment was just like that moment long ago.
No matter what rank immortals in the Heavenly Court attained, their habit of clinging to the powerful remained exactly the same.
Chen Wei did not know whether to laugh or cry, and offered the two Immortal Officials some words of encouragement on the spot.
Still, he felt rather pleased deep down. Subordinates who knew to respect their chief were better than those who obeyed to his face and defied him behind his back.
Treat a High Immortal's affairs as your own, handle them properly and thoroughly, and you could ascend straight into the clouds.
Xiao Yan, for instance, had done a splendid job.
He had replenished the Recording Stone's spiritual