Once he had assigned the duties, Chen Wei found his own thoughts in turmoil.
Once suspicion took root, it grew like weeds running wild.
The more Chen Wei thought, the more something seemed wrong. His head filled with all sorts of conspiracy theories. Back then, he had been an Immortal Official outside the South Heaven Gate who did not even warrant a place in line, copying documents and doing odd jobs every day.
How had it been such a coincidence that he was sent to Mount Hua to gather immortal herbs?
How had it been such a coincidence that his guide was Old Ma, who concealed his true abilities so deeply?
And how had it been such a coincidence that he happened to run straight into Third Holy Mother Yang Chan while she was out?
Every link fit into the next, without a single gap.
How could there be so many coincidences in the world? Behind every coincidence, there was often a carefully laid arrangement...
Chen Wei could no longer sit still.
He was a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, after all. His credentials might have been rather watered down, but surely he ought to know a little basic Heavenly Secrets Divination.
He formed hand seals, held his breath, and focused his mind.
One breath.
Two breaths.
After three breaths, Chen Wei opened his eyes and sighed helplessly.
His Sea of Consciousness was a blur of chaos, the heavenly secrets in disarray.
Whether those mighty beings had concealed the heavenly secrets too well or his own knockoff Taiyi magic power was simply too pathetic, Chen Wei had a fairly good idea.
"Screw it. Why think so much? If the sky falls, Maternal Uncle will hold it up." Chen Wei shook his head, tossed that tangled mess of thoughts aside, got up,