Chen Wei gazed quietly out the window without speaking.
The High Immortal had said what needed saying. Now came the question of what to do.
Ma Muzhi bent at the waist, carefully sweeping the ashes into the little purple copper burner, bit by bit.
Old Ma swept slowly and meticulously.
The ashes were so light that a heavy breath could scatter them, but he held his breath and did not miss a single speck.
"My lord." Ma Muzhi swept the last pinch of ash into the purple copper burner, closed the lid, and offered it to Chen Wei with both hands. "It's all here. Not a speck left."
Chen Wei took the little purple copper burner.
Inside lay the Heavenly Court's tangled web of interests. Now, it had become a burner full of ash.
"Old Ma."
Chen Wei sighed and instructed him, "You and Old Pang keep an eye on things at the court for now. Don't let our ranks fall into disarray."
"My lord! I'll await your return to take charge!" Ma Muzhi hurriedly replied, his expression respectful.
"My lord, I'll await your return too!" Pang Long immediately declared.
With both trusted aides making their stance clear, Chen Wei said nothing more. He summoned an Auspicious Cloud and headed straight for Lingxiao Palace.
He had said he would go beg forgiveness, and that could hardly be an empty promise.
The performance had to be played out in full.
But this trip to Lingxiao Palace was not to throw his life away. It was to lay his cards on the table.
The Auspicious Cloud met no obstruction along the way and landed outside Lingxiao Palace.
Normally, security here was tight. The divine generals on duty practically wanted to investigate every passing cloud.
Today, however, something was strange.
Chen Wei