Faced with the Great Heavenly Venerable's question, Chen Wei hardly dared take the opening to air his grievances.
The first rule of survival in the Heavenly Court: when a superior immortal asked whether things were difficult, he was testing your willingness to shoulder responsibility, not actually inviting complaints.
"Maternal Uncle, you see all clearly!" Chen Wei straightened his back, his tone firm as iron. "There are no problems on my end. A few wind-tossed waves are merely whetting the blade of the Discipline Inspection Court."
"You, honestly!"
After hearing him out, the Great Heavenly Venerable pointed at Chen Wei twice, his smile deepening. "Chang Geng, look at this boy. Stubborn to the last. Have a word with him and offer him some comfort on my behalf."
Taibai Jinxing understood at once. He stepped forward with a warm chuckle and patted Chen Wei's shoulder. "Qingquan, thank you for all your hard work lately. You've done very well. You have plenty of drive, and you handle matters reliably."
His words came at an unhurried pace, soothing as a spring breeze.
Chen Wei listened humbly, a genuine current of warmth flowing through his heart. He felt much better. To have Taibai Jinxing personally visit and comfort him after the grievances he had suffered on duty was already an extraordinary honor.
He had clawed his way up from the bottom.
Back when he had been an Immortal Official in the Records Copying Office, would a superior immortal ever have listened to an explanation if he bungled an assignment?
At best, they would make barbed remarks and dock his Merit stipend. At worst, they would strike him from the Immortal Register and kick him down to the mortal world to undergo tribulations.
Now that the old Star Lord was guiding him with such care, Chen