Karma struck fast.
Just moments ago, a "young Immortal Emperor" had declared he would take a branch from Willow God. Now an "old Immortal Emperor" had called Meng Chuan a sickly old blind man to his face.
The Great Wilderness truly was the Great Wilderness: unfathomable.
"Everyone, must it come to this?" said the elder from Cloud Heaven Palace, the faction the two little girls belonged to.
He, too, was interested in Stone Village, but he did not want to go about it this way.
The others ignored him. He sighed softly and said no more.
He had spoken up because the two little girls had coaxed him into it.
But there was no chance he would oppose several Factions for Stone Village's sake.
"A tiny village in the wilderness should be honored to receive us! Yet you dare show us this attitude? You don't know what's good for you!"
A middle-aged man shouted and strode toward Stone Village, heading straight for Little Nonpoint.
A child like him stirred their curiosity.
"Is that how all of you feel?" Meng Chuan asked, sounding a little helpless.
Were they offering up their faces for me to slap?
But with so few of them, the face-slapping wouldn't even be satisfying.
If you want to see the Mountain Treasure, go see it. Why insist on stopping at Stone Village?
All I wanted was to spend this time raising the little one!
The outsiders gave Meng Chuan no answer. Their arrogance made it clear they considered someone as insignificant as him unworthy of conversation.
Meng Chuan sighed. He was a good man who hated seeing bloodshed. What a pity.
He bent down, picked up a Pebble, and flicked it toward the middle-aged man approaching Little Nonpoint.
Whoosh!
The Pebble tore through space. When it appeared