Chen Wei did not invite the Star of Literary Excellence back to the Discipline Inspection Court.
Since he had come under the banner of having a chat, they certainly could not chat at the Censorate.
If they went there, how could that still be called a chat?
That would be an interrogation.
What sort of conduct would that be!
They were all respectable Immortal Officials in the Heavenly Court, and appearances had to be maintained. So chatting at the Star of Literary Excellence's own residence was perfectly fine.
The main hall of the Star of Literary Excellence's mansion.
Chen Wei sat in the seat of honor, holding a freshly brewed cup of Immortal Tea. He did not drink it, merely held it as he carefully surveyed the furnishings around him.
He had to admit it.
The Star of Literary Excellence truly lived up to his role as the overseer of the Heavenly Court's literary fortune.
At a glance, the entire main hall held no glittering jewels or ostentatious treasures, only the depth of heritage accumulated over time.
Authentic works of calligraphy hung on the walls.
The display shelves held brush rests carved from purple jade and paperweights made from ten-thousand-year thunderstruck wood. Even the incense burning in the corner exuded an elegance that cleared the spirit platform.
Literary refinement permeated everything.
Although Chen Wei had himself ascended by copying scriptures and entering the Dao through literature, he still fell quite short before such a display from the Star of Literary Excellence.
If they truly compared literary elegance and depth of heritage, leaving Yang Chan aside,
his meager collection really amounted to little.
While Chen Wei surveyed the room, the Star of Literary Excellence sat on a bed of needles, uncomfortable from head to toe. In part, it was because Chen