The killing intent came without warning and vanished without a sound.
Chen Wei glanced toward the seat of honor out of the corner of his eye. Yang Jian, the Holy Manifestation True Lord, was already seated there.
But the True Lord's face was as still as deep water as he looked down through the hydrological charts of the Tongtian River.
Chen Wei muttered inwardly, Did I sense it wrong? But I'm only a lowly Vanguard Chief Official. At most, I've met this Daluo Golden Immortal once or twice. We even had a pleasant conversation at Tongming Hall last time. I haven't offended him, have I?
Before Chen Wei could think further, the prebattle military council officially began.
He sat on pins and needles throughout the meeting.
The immortal generals rose one after another to report on military affairs, and Yang Jian occasionally offered a comment.
Yet Chen Wei kept feeling that the True Lord's discerning eyes were watching him, however faintly, without a trace of goodwill.
The military council ended.
"That will be all." Yang Jian waved to dismiss them and was the first to head into the rear hall.
Chen Wei did not want to stay a moment longer. He turned and headed out with Yang Niansan, wishing he could fly straight back to his Flying Boat.
Unfortunately.
The two immortals had barely stepped halfway through the doorway when their path was blocked.
Guo Shen cupped his hands toward Chen Wei and said amiably, "Lord Chen, please stay a moment."
"General Guo, what can I do for you?" Chen Wei immediately put on a smile and returned the salute.
"I wouldn't presume to instruct you." Guo Shen stepped aside to clear a path. "The True Lord requests your presence."
At those words, Chen Wei's heart lurched.
What he feared