In principle...
Even with a hundred times his courage, Chen Wei would never have dared make snide remarks in front of the Holy Manifestation True Lord.
But in the Heavenly Court, the river flowed east for thirty years, then west for thirty more.
Now Chen Wei dared. Not only did he dare, he even held his teacup and leisurely enjoyed Yang Jian's embarrassment.
As for where his confidence came from...
It all came from the two Little Ancestors currently clinging to Yang Jian's legs.
With those two protective talismans around, no matter how fierce Yang Jian's temper or how sharp his blade, he absolutely could not lash out. After all, he could hardly chop Chen Wei down over a single teasing remark and leave his two beloved little nephew and niece without their father, could he?
So Yang Jian pretended he had heard nothing and scooped up Chen Xiang and Chen Xiaochan, one in each arm.
"Uncle!"
The moment Chen Xiang landed in Yang Jian's arms, he held out a little hand, as he always did. "What goodies did you bring this time?"
Ever since he was small, this boy had refused to release his hawk until he saw the hare.
Yang Jian laughed at that. "Plenty! When have I ever come without goodies for you two?"
With that, the True Lord undid the restraining seal on his cloud-embroidered Storage Bag.
Clatter-
For a moment, light flashed throughout the main hall.
Water-Avoidance Pearls from the dragon seas, warm jade dug from Kunlun Mountain, several protective Magical Treasures shimmering with light, and even a few small, keenly polished short swords.
In the blink of an eye, a little mountain of radiant treasures had piled up in the main hall.
However...
A light blue silk object drifted silently down among the Magical