Bodhisattva Manjushri seethed inwardly. Which immortal dared to meddle?
He took a closer look and instantly fell silent.
Never mind.
Standing upon the clouds was the Holy Manifestation True Lord, the Justice Heavenly Deity, Yang Jian.
The Heavenly Court had an unwritten old saying: some rotten accounts weighed less than four taels if no one put them on the scales. Everyone could play dumb despite knowing the truth, give each other a way out, and muddle through. But once those accounts went on the scales, even a thousand catties would not cover their weight.
The Three Demons had claimed territory along the Tongtian River as their own kingdom, the Heavenly Court had sent troops to arrest them, and Spirit Mountain had come to fish them out. If all this changed hands behind closed doors, it was called worldly wisdom-a win for all three parties.
But now, the Heavenly Court's Justice Heavenly Deity had appeared in person.
That meant the matter had gone on the scales and been laid out in the open. Now it was governed by ironclad Heavenly Laws, an airtight case that could not tolerate so much as a grain of sand.
"So it's the Holy Manifestation True Lord." Manjushri greeted him with a smile.
"Bodhisattva, it's been years. You're as distinguished as ever." Yang Jian smiled, but his gaze swept through the clouds.
Chen Wei's heart lurched when that gaze reached him. His first instinct was to hide.
There was no helping it. He had a guilty conscience.
Things between him and Yang Chan were rather ambiguous. Though they had not pierced that final layer of paper over the window, their relationship certainly could not be brought out into the open.
But could he hide?
No!
If he pulled his head into his shell now, he might