The matter at Spirit Mountain was settled, and so was the plan for handling it.
Chen Wei dared not linger. After thanking the Victorious Fighting Buddha and the Sandalwood Merit Buddha, he prepared to leave immediately for the Heavenly Court.
This affair involved far too much.
A Bodhisattva from Spirit Mountain wanted to rescue the Three Demons, Yang Jian had issued a decree demanding severe punishment, and Sun Wukong had agreed to teach them a lesson. Any one of those three powers was enough to put Chen Wei on his highest alert.
He had prepared one table of dishes, only for three tables of guests to arrive.
How was he supposed to feed them?
Now he was holding a freshly cooked, piping-hot dish. He had to take it straight back to Tongming Hall for Taibai Jinxing to inspect. Only with the old Star Lord's approval could this grand performance of swapping the heavens and stealing the sun continue.
Chen Wei had just formed a hand seal to summon a cloud.
A clear light flashed inside Yang Chan's sleeve. She pursed her lips, and the smile fell from her face, replaced by indignation.
Few people in the vast Heavenly Court could put that expression on the Third Holy Mother's face.
"Well..." Yang Chan glanced at Chen Wei, looking thoroughly reluctant. "Something urgent has come up. I have to leave first. Head back to the Heavenly Court on your own."
"Official business comes first. Go take care of it, Chan'er." Chen Wei cupped his hands and gave her a reassuring look. "Don't worry. I'll report to you every half hour, right on time, without leaving out a single word."
"That's more like it!" With those parting words, Yang Chan turned into a streak of light and flew away.
Chen Wei put his