Bang!
The door to Meng Chuan's room was kicked open, and in walked someone who radiated arrogance from head to toe.
Cocky. Incredibly cocky.
"Little Meng, why aren't you on your knees to welcome the great Primordial Emperor?"
Whoosh!
An empty Teacup flew straight at Meng Qi's face, leaving a circular mark on his forehead.
"Great Emperor, go easy! That hurt." Meng Qi pulled the Teacup off his face, thoroughly displeased.
How dare he humiliate the Primordial Emperor like this?
Just then, Meng Qi raised his left hand toward Meng Chuan and curled his fingers in greeting.
"Great Emperor, Little Sang says hello," Meng Qi explained.
He hadn't moved the hand himself.
Although Gu Xiaosang had come back to life, the Luo Sect was still doing everything it could to find any contingency its Former Holy Maiden had left behind.
The Golden Emperor surely knew Gu Xiaosang was alive, but she was an actress worthy of the crown.
If Gu Xiaosang revealed herself, that Sever would undoubtedly provoke an attack by the Luo Sect's twelve Divine Envoys.
Meng Qi had attained Self-Proven Legend on his own, and the stir it caused had drawn many Great Powers back.
For now, though, most of them remained hidden.
Although the world's conditions had changed long ago and its restrictions had loosened, Meng Qi, a living person of this age, attaining Self-Proven Legend had further turned the Heavenly Dao's wheel, making the world more "generous" to the Great Powers.
Still, this was seven or eight years earlier than the ideal time. They had all awakened ahead of schedule.
As a result, the returning Great Powers had suffered some harm and were lying low.
Recovering their former strength would take time—anywhere from a few years to over a decade.
In truth, the perfect time to