Chen Wei and Ma Muzhi rode a gray cloud toward Immortal Mist Mountain.
Yang Chan was not with them.
She had originally insisted on coming along, saying the Mortal Realm was dangerous and she was better suited to the trip.
Naturally, Chen Wei had refused. He had spent a full two hours patiently reasoning with Yang Chan. After all, he had only just pulled off a switcheroo right under Yang Jian's nose. He needed to keep a low profile now.
Take Yang Chan along?
That would paint far too big a target on his back. It would be asking for death. He had to avoid any appearance of impropriety.
At first, Yang Chan had flatly refused. Chen Wei had coaxed and pleaded, invoking the Heavenly Laws, Erlang Shen's blade, and the Great Heavenly Venerable's dignity. Only after he swore to keep in contact through the Voice Transmission Jade Talisman once he reached the Mortal Realm had he finally managed to appease her.
On second thought, Yang Chan realized he had a point.
If they really ran into her second brother, Chen Wei's slight frame probably would not survive a second blow. So she obediently returned to the side hall of Lingxiao Palace. Before leaving, she still felt uneasy and gave a certain minor immortal a Brocade Pouch.
At the sight of that Brocade Pouch,
Chen Wei felt a little more confident and set off with Old Ma.
They followed the usual rule: catch everyone off guard. No official notices, no welcoming parties. They would drop straight onto the scene.
Under Heavenly Court procedure, an imperial envoy's descent to the Mortal Realm was a grand affair.
First, Documents had to be sent to notify the locality. Then the local Land God, Mountain God, City God, and River God had to wait