After that, Zhang Meng could not be bothered to waste words on the little thug.
He could feel the power within himself.
He reached out and grabbed, and an Ice-Fire Chain bound the little thug.
Then he began questioning him. "Tell me, what does Kindler of the Flame mean?"
"World peace is all well and good, but you people are obviously villains. Why do you want world peace?"
At this point, the others exchanged bewildered looks.
"Lord Zhang Meng, how have you forgotten everything?" the Cool Woman asked in surprise.
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. I forgot everything!" Zhang Meng said impatiently.
"So what if I forgot? I woke up after sleeping today, my head hurt, so I forgot," he casually brushed it off.
The others looked at each other even more.
"Lord Zhang Meng, hadn't you already reached Tenth-Order Saint? You never needed sleep."
"The more I explain, the more holes there are. I'm not suffering from amnesia—I'm a Transmigrator!"
"I'll come clean. I'm done pretending with you!" Zhang Meng sneered.
After saying that, he swept his gaze over the crowd.
"Anyway, this is my dream now. I can say whatever the hell I want!"
"Let me tell you directly—you're all fake!"
Everyone was stunned.
Zhang Meng found that simply giving up and smashing everything felt really good! As expected, not having to worry about keeping up appearances was refreshing. All that pretending was exhausting!
The little thug suddenly said excitedly, "Hahaha, I know—you've gone crazy!"
"You've definitely gone crazy!"
"A Kindler of the Flame carries peace from one world to another."
The Cool Woman nodded. "That's right. You once said that you wanted to bring hope and peace to the next world."
Hearing this, Zhang Meng suddenly froze.
He realized that even in a