"Willow God, that wasn't very loyal of you." Meng Chuan picked up his teacup from the ground.
"You just sat there and watched my beloved teacup fall and shatter to pieces. Cold-blooded. Truly cold-blooded. It chills my heart, it really does."
Willow God ignored Meng Chuan.
She had been watching him the whole time and had witnessed a grand performance of changing faces, followed by his lengthy spell of staring into space (watching the livestream).
Willow God suspected this mighty figure from the future might have something wrong with him.
After tidying up, Meng Chuan poured himself another cup of tea. Wisps of steam rose, veiling his face.
"I didn't expect Wang Lin to be the one joining the group this time." Meng Chuan gazed at Willow God's tree form, lost in thought.
It wasn't that Wang Lin himself was particularly unusual. Rather, after what The Ancient One had said, Meng Chuan had glimpsed the tip of the iceberg that was Wang Lin's world.
Nine Steps of Cultivation. Thick Earth Radiant Heaven. Another super-world.
And according to The Ancient One, Wang Lin would ultimately surpass the Nine Steps of Cultivation, rise above the Thick Earth Star Ring, and reach the realm of Radiant Heaven.
To be precise, besides the God, Wang Lin, the others—the Demon, Monster, Ghost, and Immortal—would all attain the realm of Radiant Heaven.
After watching everyone's Fate Instances, Wang Lin had at least begun to accept the Chat Group, along with Meng Chuan and the others.
He had little choice. Joining the Chat Group was already a fact, and he couldn't change it.
Besides, Wang Lin hadn't seen any downside so far.
Meng Chuan and the others spoke with Wang Lin for a while longer, then left his Livestream Room to give him some time alone.
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