Guanjiangkou.
On the ground, squads of fully armed Grass-Headed Gods patrolled back and forth among the clouds and wooded hills, maintaining a tight guard.
Deep within the clouds, Chen Wei cautiously poked his head out. He had just reached the boundaries of Guanjiangkou, and his first reaction had been to form three spells to conceal his aura.
He had no choice. Caution was a must.
This was the Holy Manifestation True Lord's home base. The twelve hundred Grass-Headed Gods under his command answered only to Yang Jian, not the Heavenly Court.
Hiding behind a bank of clouds, Chen Wei took out the Voice Transmission Jade Talisman he used to contact Yang Chan.
"You there?"
He sent the message.
Chen Wei stared at the jade talisman in his hand. A faint, clear glow flowed across its surface, indicating that Yang Chan had received his message.
But the time it took to drink a cup of tea passed.
Then an hour passed.
The talisman remained silent. Not so much as half a sentence came back.
Read, but no reply?
From what Chen Wei knew of Yang Chan, she was straightforward by nature, but she would never deliberately leave him hanging.
Now that she had not even sent back a single symbol, there was only one answer.
Things were even more troublesome than he had imagined. Yang Chan was under such severe restrictions that she could not send even a word back!
Chen Wei tucked the talisman into his sleeve and silently weighed his options.
Yang Chan had been exposed because she had helped him. If he hid here like a turtle with its head tucked into its shell, how could he ever hold his head up in Tongming Hall again?
"What am I afraid of?" Chen Wei paced atop the cloud, constantly