Why had Su Lin been watching and waiting all this time?
That was a good question.
Was it because he loved drinking tea, or because overtime had left him too addled to think, so he had given up on it like an Ultimate Lifeform and decided to do nothing?
No, neither.
"I'd planned to buy a Space-Time Flow Blockage Device, or pay a fortune to bring your family's first Vow Lord back. But then I thought, isn't this really because you haven't sorted out your feelings?"
Su Lin spread his hands and said with a perfectly serious face:
"If you'd brought Yaotian into your harem sooner, everyone could've lived happily together making dumplings. Look, that's how traditional fantasy novels do it."
In truth, if he had to give a reason, it was that even after all those universes had been destroyed, there was still no sign of that riddle-spouting man from the future.
Had the guy kicked the bucket?
Hilarious.
Big-shot characters from an older version becoming stepping stones in a new one, or dying for no discernible reason—that might happen in superhero blockbusters or the Bitter Realm.
Lin, Su, Gu, Shen; Bai, Li, Ye, Xiao. Those surnames all had their place on the list. For a counterpart of Su Lin to get written out just like that felt a little hasty.
Put himself in the other man's shoes; measure Tony's belly by Su Lin's own heart.
If it were him, he was sure he would be hiding somewhere right now, watching the show while everyone else fought desperately and laid all their trump cards on the table, then making a hero's entrance at the crucial moment.
"Maybe you don't need to rush into action." Su Lin laced his fingers over the cover of the Bible on his lap and