At this point, a hundred years had passed since Li Tianming met Little Nine, yet there was still no news from Little Nine.
Yinghuo could not help complaining, "Didn't Ninth Brother say it would take as little as a few years? Why has so much time passed without any news?"
Lanhuang chuckled foolishly. "Didn't he also say it could take as long as a hundred years? Chicken Bro, are you really that eager for Little Nine to return?"
"Of course I am! Every one of you was raised under my watch. Although Little Nine was still just an egg back then, feelings can start from an egg too!" Yinghuo declared, puffing out his chest.
"Don't worry, Chicken Bro. I reckon it'll be soon. I can sense a trace of Ninth Brother's aura," Miaomiao said, raising his sleepy eyes.
Naturally, Li Tianming knew of the conversations within the Companion Space. But with Little Nine yet to return, he could only continue participating in the Myriad Emperors Battle as he waited.
A hundred years had passed, and Li Tianming had not encountered any particularly strong opponents. As a result, it was difficult for his Emperor Points to rise, and he ultimately remained stuck in seventh place.
His Emperor Points had only slowly accumulated through many battles, barely allowing him to climb two places.
This was enough to show that the farther forward one went, the gap in Emperor Points became more like an impassable chasm!
"Without duels against experts, it'll be hard to improve..." Li Tianming had a bit of a headache over this as well.
However, just as he finished a battle and stepped down from the Emperor's Battle Platform, he saw a young man with nine-colored hair and a powerful aura walking toward him.
Before Li Tianming could even be