Meng Chuan found it hard to believe.
Two living, breathing people had vanished just like that?
They were my Second Prince and Third Prince, my Sleeping Dragon and Fledgling Phoenix!
Gone, just like that?
Wasn't that a slap in my face?
Ruthless remained as cool and aloof as ever, while Wushi seemed to give a wry smile.
"They're both still around..." Wushi said, his voice blurred by the power of Great Karma.
Across untold years and countless eras, with the Chaotic Ancient Era itself forming a special barrier, he had mentioned important figures of the Later Era.
The more important someone was to a particular Space-Time, the harder it was to mention them within the River of Time.
Most importantly, he was speaking with Meng Chuan, a native of the Chaotic Ancient Era, and trying to reveal something to him.
The Karma involved was terrifying.
Going against the flow of time as a spectator and communicating with someone were as far apart as heaven and earth.
Even fighting a powerful figure in the past might draw less backlash than talking to them.
If he merely watched while traveling against the flow of time, Meng Chuan could see a great deal, across a very long span.
"How regrettable—no, how delightful." Meng Chuan forced a smile.
Ruthless and Wushi said nothing. They could hardly comment, though he seemed as familiar as ever.
"How are things?" Meng Chuan asked. They did not need to answer; he could read their faces.
If only the two Attendants, Divine Mark and Huang Tian, had been here.
With one beside Meng Chuan and the other beside Ruthless and Wushi, they could have exchanged frequent, accurate messages with nothing but glances.
Wushi nodded slightly, then shook his head, weariness in his eyes.
*Things are manageable for now, but