"Don't worry, Grandmaster. I'm always eating and drinking at the big shots' expense. Stick with me. It's just one extra pair of chopsticks."
Zhang Chulan patted his chest. Behind him followed an impatient Feng Baobao and the old Celestial Master, who looked weighed down by worry.
"Chulan," Zhang Zhiwei said slowly. "I've always known you were meant for great things, but could we discuss something?"
"What is it? Come on, Grandmaster, we're family. Don't stand on ceremony." Zhang Chulan held up the Cross-Boundary Talisman.
The old Celestial Master said, "There's no point devouring our world. How about leaving it alone?"
Zhang Chulan stopped and scratched the back of his head helplessly, his teeth aching. "Grandmaster, why are you still bringing that up? It was a movie."
"The patriarch was so far gone into demonic madness. Do you think I'm blind?"
Zhang Zhiwei sighed softly. "Fine, let's go by what the Myriad Worlds General Knowledge Talisman says. If the worst happens, help us out through the back door."
"Haha."
A few years ago, Zhang Chulan would never have imagined hearing the old Celestial Master ask him for a backdoor favor, even if someone had beaten him to death.
So why didn't he feel the slightest vanity or swell of pride? What was with this faint sadness and melancholy?
"Zhang Chulan, does Universe Origin taste good?" Feng Baobao peered over his shoulder, drooling. "Give me some so I can taste it."
He had only shown his face a few times during filming, yet the forum's "devouring theorists" and "Inversion scholars" had analyzed the footage frame by frame and dug him up.
Even a Servant from Chaldea had revealed on the forum that Zhang Chulan was the one who had set up the altar and summoned the Great Celestial Venerable down from Immortal