Sometimes you had to wonder: how high did an immortal in the Three Realms have to rise before reaching the top?

The moment Chen Wei threw the question out, the hall fell silent.

Before the mighty figures of Spirit Mountain could make sense of it, a crack suddenly opened in the door curtain. Chen Xiaochan poked half her little head through and spoke in her babyish voice.

"Daddy, if you want to investigate, just investigate! What's there to be afraid of?"

"Mommy said the whole Three Realms belong to Maternal Great-Uncle! Doesn't Spirit Mountain belong to him too?"

Children spoke without restraint.

But what was the truth? This was the truth.

Whether it was the Heavenly Court or Spirit Mountain, they usually bickered and checked each other, forever talking about balancing Buddhism and Daoism and maintaining friendly relations between the two faiths. They had even cooked up the Journey to the West to fetch scriptures and divide the spoils of fortune.

But when all was said and done...

The highest authority in the Three Realms could only be the Great Heavenly Venerable-the Maternal Great-Uncle Chen Xiaochan spoke of.

"Hahahaha!" Bajie slapped his thigh, pointed at Chen Xiaochan, and chortled with delight. "Good! Good! My little niece's understanding is incredible! Old Pig would bet your words show more understanding than all those civil officials in Lingxiao Palace spouting their fancy classical phrases all day! Excellent, absolutely excellent!"

"Chan'er!

"No talking nonsense!"

Seeing this, Yang Chan made a show of scolding her daughter, swept Chen Xiaochan into her arms, and turned to leave.

She called it a scolding, but in truth, she could not bear to lay so much as a finger on her.

A mother's first duty outside the home was to protect her cub, while also leaving Chen Wei, the father handling official business in the spotlight, plenty of face.

Watching his wife leave, Chen Wei nodded inwardly.

Coming from him,