Chen Wei went numb.
A dignified True Immortal, shaken like a fallen leaf in the wind.
He had long suspected that Yang Niansan possessed formidable reserves of power, but never imagined she could be this ferocious. Just a wisp of her released pressure brought the immortal power throughout his body to a standstill, leaving him unable to move.
Yang Niansan straightened Chen Wei's crooked head and demanded, enunciating every word, "Did. You. Hear. Me?!"
"Yes! I'll never interrupt again!" Chen Wei answered decisively, his shout ringing with vigor.
As the saying went, a wise man did not invite an immediate beating.
Did backing down to someone's face count as cowardice?
Of course not.
When getting by in the Heavenly Court, backing down before a powerful female immortal with formidable connections was called judging the situation and following the Heavenly Dao.
"Hmph." Seeing that Chen Wei had behaved himself, Yang Niansan gave a soft snort, released her delicate hand, and pressed him back into his chair.
The tigress who had been thundering with fury a moment ago changed her manner in an instant. Bending slightly, she patiently smoothed out the folds she had just crumpled into the front of Chen Wei's immortal robe.
"I was too harsh just now. Sorry about that." Yang Niansan's movements were gentle, and her voice softened. "Since we've already come this far, I won't keep pretending. I'll lay my cards on the table."
Her words had barely fallen.
A pale golden shimmer rose from beneath her feet, spiraling upward.
The male immortal official's everyday robes she wore dissolved inch by inch like ripples on water.
As the radiance faded, her flat figure blossomed into graceful curves. Her hard jawline softened, raven hair spilled over her shoulders like a waterfall, and an exquisite gold-and-red floral ornament gleamed