"Yah!"
On the stone bed, Little Nonpoint kicked out his legs and stretched his arms, then slowly woke up.
"Uncle Meng, I want Beast Milk!"
The little fellow's eyes darted around, and he called out the moment he opened his mouth.
He had drunk some right before bed, and now he wanted more as soon as he woke. He really was a child raised in a Beast Milk jar.
"Mister Yuan isn't here. He left Stone Village," Shi Yunfeng said as he came in.
"Huh?" Little Nonpoint sprang off the bed and dashed outside, his feet pattering across the floor. "Uncle Meng left?"
"He went out to find True Blood for your Baptism. He'll be back."
Little Nonpoint stopped at the doorway, ran back, and looked up at Shi Yunfeng. "Isn't that dangerous?"
"For us, it would mean ten deaths and no chance of survival. But for Mr. Yuan, of course it won't be dangerous."
Shi Yunfeng did not know what Meng Chuan was after, but he chose to trust him. He also did not want to frighten Little Nonpoint.
Little Nonpoint thought it over and decided Grandpa Chief was right.
"Grandpa Chief, which is stronger: Primordial Remnant Species, or Supremes and Immortals?" Little Nonpoint asked.
Shi Yunfeng paused, then answered, "Supremes and Immortals are stronger."
As Shi Yunfeng understood it, Supreme and Immortal were names for powerful cultivators—names reserved for the very strongest.
Ordinary Primordial Remnant Species certainly could not compare with Supremes and Immortals.
When he had traveled in his youth, he had heard that Marquises ruled everything within a billion miles or more, and above them stood the even mightier Lords of the Ancient Countries.
Surely only a Lord of the Ancient Country, a Peerless Human Emperor, could be called a Supreme or an Immortal.
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