The Great Heavenly Venerable had not called him Yang Jian, nor the Holy Manifestation True Lord. He had called him Erlang.
Those two syllables changed the entire nature of the matter.
Translated into plain language, this was a family affair-an uncle had heard his nephew's recommendation and intended to promote his nephew's husband. In passing, he was asking everyone watching whether they had any objections.
Heavenly Court had always been a place of reason and fairness.
Since the Great Heavenly Venerable had asked, anyone with an objection was, of course, welcome to speak.
Provided they had sound reasoning and evidence.
Find a legitimate fault, and that proved your devotion to Heavenly Court.
Find the wrong fault?
Well, sorry, but that was slandering a distinguished official and questioning the Holy Manifestation True Lord's judgment into the bargain. Once those imposing accusations were slapped on your head, everyone could draw their own conclusions about the consequences.
The Immortals filling the hall were all slippery old loaches. Who would court disaster at a time like this?
For a while, not a single Immortal spoke. The atmosphere in the Main Hall was wonderfully harmonious.
Standing below, however, Chen Wei's heart bobbed up and down with anxiety. He privately wondered, Should I... step forward and turn the Great Heavenly Venerable down myself?
He glanced around. Every Immortal stood like one of the Main Hall's Coiling Dragon Pillars, eyes lowered to their noses, noses pointed toward their hearts.
Suddenly.
A white figure flashed out.
Taibai Jinxing stepped out of the ranks first and cupped his hands toward the Great Heavenly Venerable. "Your Majesty, this subject believes it would be most inappropriate for Chen Wei to succeed to the position of Martial Virtue Star Lord!"
At those words, Chen Wei inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. *We're