Yang Chan had always been a woman of her word.
She did not merely make demands; she acted decisively. Reaching forward with both hands, she pinned Chen Wei's shoulders and closed the distance between them until they could hear each other's breathing with perfect clarity.
"Why are you dodging? Look into my eyes." Yang Chan looked down at him, her tone domineering.
"I am!" Chen Wei opened his eyes wide, not even daring to blink. He secretly tried circulating the immortal power within him, hoping to shift his back a little, but the instant he summoned it, it vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
The two hands pressing on his shoulders looked soft and boneless, yet they weighed as much as mountains.
Chen Wei inwardly wailed.
He was a golden immortal with the title of Inspector, after all. His rank had been personally approved by the Great Heavenly Venerable. That status could intimidate a whole swath of low-ranking immortals.
Yet under this lady's hands, why could he not even survive the opening move?
Just what cultivation realm was Yang Chan in?
Primordial unity golden immortal?
Daluo golden immortal?
While Chen Wei's thoughts ran wild, Yang Chan was about to keep demanding to know why he was dodging when-
Creak-
The Main Hall's doors were pushed open from outside.
Amid a jumble of footsteps, four immortals hurried over the threshold. Ma Muzhi led the way, holding two freshly drafted documents and turning his head to say something to Pang Long beside him.
Pang Long held a Jade Slip and nodded repeatedly.
Xiao Yan and Chu Feng followed behind, their faces brimming with enthusiasm, seemingly ready to take on a new assignment.
Then all sound abruptly stopped.
Four immortals, eight eyes, all froze on the seat