With her lie exposed to her face, Yang Niansan flushed with embarrassment and snapped defensively, "They really are immortal friends!"
"Of course, of course. Since they're immortal friends, I'm all ears." Chen Wei knew well the art of seeing through something without saying so. He took the offered escape route and nodded solemnly.
Yang Niansan was momentarily lost for words. Her train of thought for spinning lies had been derailed, leaving her even more embarrassed.
Tell him?
Not anymore!
She glared at Chen Wei and snorted. "I don't feel like telling you anymore!"
With that, she turned, flung her sleeves, and stormed into the Inner Hall, shutting the door firmly behind her.
In principle, the door belonged to Chen Wei. Only he could close it.
But, well...
Chen Wei shook his head with a chuckle and thought, What a temper. Quite the tsundere, too.
Now that he knew Yang Niansan was a female immortal in disguise, he simply left the Inner Hall to Lord Yang and her many immortal friends. He mounted his Auspicious Cloud and headed straight for the Logistics Flying Boat overseen by Ma Muzhi.
As he approached the Logistics Flying Boat, he heard a chorus of voices urging one another to drink.
Chen Wei pushed the door open and entered.
A copper pot stood in the center of the room, slices of meat tumbling in the boiling broth and filling the air with their aroma. Ma Muzhi, Pang Long, Xiao Yan, and Chu Feng, who had just earned the first merit of the campaign, sat in a circle. The four trusted subordinates held bowls of wine, their faces flushed from drinking.
Chen Wei's sudden entrance startled the four immortals, who all sprang to their feet.
Chu Feng was the most nervous, standing stiffly with his head lowered.