Chen Wei's guiding principle for his immortal life had always been simple.
If he knew there was a tiger on Mount Knowingly, he would absolutely refuse to go to Mount Knowingly.
The mighty beings of the Three Realms had peculiar tempers and methods impossible to guard against. Although the mist before him had parted, revealing a little path strewn with falling blossoms, there was no demon aura reeking of bloodshed.
But what did the absence of demon aura prove?
Within and beyond the Three Realms, countless immortals wore sanctimonious faces and spoke of compassion while doing unsavory things behind everyone's backs.
In the Censorate's case files, the documents filled three whole rooms.
The other party hadn't even given a name, and he was supposed to foolishly bring his son over?
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
Chen Wei tucked Chen Xiang farther behind him, the Yin-Yang Demon-Slaying Sword angled toward the ground, his magic power held ready but unreleased.
"Senior!"
"Please come out so we can speak!"
Seeing Chen Wei planted in place like a wooden post, that gentle female voice sounded again.
"Should I call you sensible, or timid?"
That assessment was perfectly fair.
But as far as Chen Wei was concerned, timidity could never be wrong when it came to staying alive.
He was just about to offer a polite reply when a male voice suddenly rang out from the mist. "You little brat, get over here! We mean you no harm!"
The man's voice was strong and resonant, and he was clearly very displeased with Chen Wei's attitude.
Chen Wei's eyelid twitched when he heard it.
That phrasing, that tone-both sounded a little too familiar.
When he first met Yang Jian all those years ago, his second brother-in-law had used exactly that tone, as though itching to finish him off.