Facts proved that no matter what one did, one had to first figure out the situation before acting.
Let us observe a moment of silence here for the few unlucky souls who had attacked Meng Changkong.
"Cultivators in the City of Chaos are basically all like this." Seizing a gap while Meng Changkong spoke, Xie Mengwu finally found a chance to talk and pulled the conversation back from where it had run off to.
At the same time, she felt a little sentimental. After so much time had passed, this Venerable Meng had not changed at all—he was as... talkative as ever.
Mm, talkative...
Fine, he was actually just a chatterbox.
Xie Mengwu truly could not understand how Meng Changkong, a cultivator at the peak of the Venerable realm, could possibly have so much to say.
It was not just Xie Mengwu; the others could not understand it either.
Why were his and Yuan Gui's personalities so vastly different when they were clearly friends?
"What did he say?" Gu Yunxi had been utterly dazed by Meng Changkong's bean-popping torrent of words. Even now, she still felt his endless chatter echoing beside her ears.
"Uh, I think it was about his past experiences." Jiang Wanshang had barely managed to grasp the situation, though she still felt a little lightheaded.
The others' reactions were more or less the same as theirs.
"But I do not have a habit of killing indiscriminately. Back then, I merely planted a few Nightmare Cores in them and let them go." Meng Changkong looked every bit like a harmless old fellow.
"What is a Nightmare Core?" Xuan Que raised her hand to speak.
"Simply put, it is a core condensed from spiritual power. It does not cause any tangible harm. Its specific effect is making them have