Could he bear to give it up?
Of course Chen Wei couldn't.
For mortals, cultivating toward immortality was like thousands of soldiers and horses trying to cross a single-log bridge. Countless dazzling talents had fallen beneath lightning tribulations, leaving not even a scrap behind. Only after clawing and scrambling his way through hardship had he finally attained the Dao and become a golden immortal.
And that wasn't all.
Chen Wei held the post of Inspector of Tongming Hall, and he had just dealt with Li Yin.
Barring any surprises, that lucrative position of Left Commissioner of Tongming Hall would temporarily fall under his name as well.
The burden of Tongming Hall's left, central, and right divisions-a full thirteen government offices-was about to land squarely on his shoulders.
High rank, great power, and limitless prospects.
As long as he made no major blunders, he would be able to swagger through the Heavenly Court with nobody daring to stand in his way.
Give up the power and position Chen Wei had painstakingly accumulated, all for some nebulous reason?
Was that possible?
Absolutely not!
Chen Wei shook his head frantically inside, refusing ten thousand times over.
But.
There was always a but.
Chen Wei opened his mouth. The words "I can't bear to" had already rolled onto his tongue, yet he couldn't force them out. His chest felt suffocatingly tight.
Whenever he closed his eyes, Yang Chan filled his mind.
Yang Jian had clearly grown impatient. With a turn of his wrist, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd appeared out of thin air, its keen blade pointing straight at Chen Wei as killing intent spilled everywhere.
"Won't talk? Then I shall now..."
"True Lord!" Chen Wei raised his head, cutting off the interrogation, and thrust his chest toward the blade. "This subordinate can bear to