Meng Chuan strode back into the Real World and returned to the space where Meng Qi was trapped.
"Everyone, see this bump on my head?" Meng Chuan had barely entered when he heard Meng Qi talking to thin air.
"I had it rough! The Great Emperor is a real villain!"
"He said he'd teach me a divine art, and I believed him on the spot. After all, who is he to me? I treat him like my dearest friend, my own brother!"
Meng Qi's voice rang with accusation. "And then? Not only did he fail to teach me the divine art, he ambushed me! He gave me a beating!"
"I'm just a kid in my teens. How was I supposed to fight back? Everyone, I propose we kick the Great Emperor out of the group!"
Meng Qi laid bare his wolfish ambitions to the Group Friends watching the livestream.
Yan Chixia: Little Meng, behind you...
Lu Mingfei: Run! Don't look back!
Yao Chen: The farther, the better! Hurry!
Instead of agreeing with him, the others told Meng Qi to run.
"Run? What's behind me? What, a ghost?" Meng Qi was about to turn and look when he heard a sudden swish.
Then he felt something cold against his neck.
A blade rested against Meng Qi's throat!
Meng Qi stiffly looked at Meng Chuan, who had appeared before him, and forced a smile.
"G-Great Emperor. Fancy seeing you here."
"What a coincidence." Meng Chuan smiled. "A villain, am I? Kick me out of the group, should you?"
Meng Qi edged his head away from the blade, goosebumps rising all over him.
Inside, Meng Qi cursed himself for miscalculating yet again. He had let his guard down and blurted out what was on his mind.
"Great Emperor, I'd like to report something.