Heavenly Court, the Divine Hall of Justice.
The divine mark between Yang Jian's brows flickered faintly as his Heavenly Eye slowly closed. He waved at the black mist before him. "All right, I know now. You may withdraw."
"Yes!"
"Your subordinate takes his leave!"
The black mist writhed, then dissolved into wisps of smoke.
Yang Jian had learned every detail of the fighting on the Northern Julu Continent's front lines, including how Chen Wei had laid a trap for Martial Virtue Star Lord and how Chang Sheng had gone to the demon camp to forge connections.
The True Lord could not help marveling at how many schemes that boy Chen Qingquan had up his sleeve-and how ruthless his methods were.
Still, he did not care.
He could not be bothered with the Heavenly Court's twists and turns, with who dug pits for whom or pinned accusations on whose head. All he wanted was a sweeping victory over the rebellion on the Northern Julu Continent. So long as they won, he did not care how the war was fought.
Compared with those sordid affairs in the Mortal Realm, what was happening in the hall right now was truly a matter of heaven-shaking importance.
"Hehehe-"
"Slow down, big brother! Wait for me!"
The Divine Hall of Justice rang with children's laughter.
Chen Xiang and Chen Xiaochan were making quite a racket, darting between the Coiling Dragon Pillars and having the time of their lives.
With Chen Wei keeping them in line at the Chen Residence, these two little rascals usually showed some restraint. Now that both their parents had gone to the Mortal Realm on business and they had been sent to the hall, their true natures had been unleashed.
The Meishan Brothers stood to one side, eyes lowered to their noses