The Martial Virtue Star Lord pondered for a long time before finally nodding slowly, accepting Chen Wei's terms and agreeing to persuade Wu Wen. After all, going to the Heavenly Prison to face a wall and reflect on his mistakes was better than losing his life and having his immortal bone stripped away.
To preserve the entire Star Lord's Residence, he could only bow his head to Tongming Hall.
Wude stood, forcefully smoothing the creases in his official robes in an attempt to salvage the last shred of his dignity, and headed toward the doors of the main hall. After only a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
"Lord Chen, I hear the Third Holy Mother is with child and about to give birth. As a father-to-be yourself, you ought to understand how heartbroken and helpless I feel right now."
"Of course I do," Chen Wei replied mildly, an almost-smile on his face.
The Martial Virtue Star Lord said no more and swept out with a flick of his sleeve.
Once the fellow had disappeared and no uninvolved immortals remained nearby, Chen Wei's expression turned from sunshine to gathering clouds.
Bringing up the children in Yang Chan's belly?
What was that supposed to mean?
Wude couldn't beat Tongming Hall's rules, so he dared use the unborn Dragon and Phoenix twins to send me a message?
He had originally intended only to make Martial Virtue bleed a little. Now, it seemed their feud had been sealed for good.
Once an immortal had a family, he also had a reverse scale.
Touch that reverse scale, and there would be no more dimming one's light to mingle with the dust. It would be a fight to the death!
Private Room A, Discipline Inspection Court.
The surroundings were fairly quiet, with sandalwood incense burning