Wei Jin bowed at the waist, a dazzling smile plastered across his face.
Offend Yang Chan?
He would not dare even with ten times the courage. Back at the Heavenly Court's Immortal Academy, he had personally watched those outstanding members of the Immortal Second Generation, with their powerful backing, line up to descend to the mortal world and undergo tribulations.
But did he dare casually defy an assignment from a High Immortal of Ziwei Palace?
Of course not.
What did you call this? A single passage blocked at both ends.
Caught in this game between the highest-ranking immortals, Wei Jin was nothing more than a breathing mouthpiece.
He could make no decisions and accomplish nothing.
Seeing how meek and submissive Wei Jin was, Yang Chan's anger faded by more than half. She found little satisfaction in it either. Waving a hand, she said impatiently, "Enough. Stop pouring out your woes. Hurry up and finish the paperwork and procedures, then release him. Qingquan's two children can't wait much longer!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Rest assured, senior! I'll go hurry them along right now!" As though granted a pardon, Wei Jin nodded repeatedly and backed out, still bowing.
The door closed.
Only then did Chen Wei leisurely lift his porcelain bowl, scoop up a tangyuan with his spoon, and blow on it. "Chan'er, don't make things too difficult for Lord Wei. He's only following orders. We're all cooperating for the bigger picture."
"The bigger picture is one thing!"
"But what right does he have to shut you in here, brooding over tea?"
Yang Chan planted both hands on her hips and huffed indignantly. "I don't care what picture they're painting. As far as I'm concerned, no one gets to bully you!"
"Chan'er..."
Chen Wei's hand paused, his gaze briefly unfocused. In an instant,