The Main Hall of the Folk Customs and Morals Inspection Bureau.
The fine Immortal Spirit Tea steeped in the Celadon Cup had long since gone cold.
Chen Wei lifted the cup, stared at it for a while, then set it back on the table.
"Ah."
That was already Chen Wei's fifth sigh in less than an hour.
Below him, Ma Muzhi had been holding a ledger and reporting their progress. His voice grew quieter and quieter until, very sensibly, he shut his mouth.
Silence.
The Government Office was unusually quiet.
Ma Muzhi, Pang Long, Xiao Yan, and Chu Feng stood on either side, eyes lowered to their noses, attention fixed on their hearts.
Any immortal with eyes could see that their Chief Official was distracted today, his mind wandering and his soul nowhere to be found.
Why?
Did that even need guessing?
Lord Yang, who had always been inseparable from him, was nowhere to be seen.
And just look at Lord Chen's anxious expression, as though he had lost his soul.
Case solved.
The young couple must have had a quarrel.
Immortals were people too. Even a Golden Immortal could struggle to cross the barrier of love. As subordinates, sometimes they had to play blind and deaf.
The four immortals reached a silent understanding, terrified of getting on Chen Wei's bad side.
Of course Chen Wei couldn't be happy.
He had won a resounding victory in the investigation of Li Yin and carried out Taibai Jinxing's assignment beautifully.
Yet he simply couldn't feel happy.
Yang Chan had flown off without so much as a goodbye. What exactly was that supposed to mean?
Was she angry?
Was she shy?
He could see straight through the twists and turns of the Heavenly Court, but a female immortal's thoughts were even more obscure