At the peak of the Venerable realm, on the Tianlan Continent where Saints did not emerge, one was practically synonymous with invincibility.
Origin Mall had been developing for so long that its customers could be found throughout more than half of the Tianlan Continent's major powers.
Yet even so, there were only a handful of customers at the peak of the Venerable realm, such as Wu Tian, the Demon Emperor, and Wen Tianji.
Of course, that was excluding extraordinary races such as dragons and sea demons.
As for this chatterbox uncle calling himself Meng Changkong before them, just who was he?
That was the question in both Luo Chuan's and Yao Ziyan's minds.
"...And that was how Yuan Gui and I got to know each other. I suppose that was what they meant by not knowing someone until you fought them." Perhaps tired from talking, Meng Changkong picked up the cup beside him and gulped down a huge mouthful.
Luo Chuan applauded. "Uh, what an utterly brilliant, twist-filled, gripping story."
Yao Ziyan followed suit with applause. "Wonderful, wonderful."
"You may not believe this, but although I'm quite strong, what I like most is telling others stories from my past. Still, very, very few people can listen quietly until I finish. Perhaps it's because I'm too strong." Meng Changkong seemed to be in quite a good mood as he picked up a skewer and took a huge bite.
Luo Chuan wore an awkward yet courteous smile. That has nothing to do with your strength. Even now, he could still hear Meng Changkong's words echoing endlessly in his ears.
"Senior Meng..."
Yao Ziyan had barely begun when Meng Changkong interrupted her. Waving his hand, he said, "Just call me by my name. What I hate most are those people who throw their