Qin Changsheng looked back over his life. It had been a long one.
But he truly did not know the Chaos Kunpeng.
How could he have met such an extraordinary being and not remembered? The encounter would have left a deep impression.
So that raised a question.
Why did this person act as though they knew each other well?
And Immortal Mountain was warm and hospitable?
Had Immortal Mountain ever hosted him before?
"You know me?" Qin Changsheng asked, puzzled.
He was perfectly amiable, without the slightest air of superiority. Though he stood at Dunyi and his name was known throughout the Three Thousand Provinces, he put on no airs before the Chaos Kunpeng, a Divine Flame Realm cultivator.
"I do. Who in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces doesn't know you?" Meng Chuan replied evenly.
The two conversed like ordinary people.
Qin Changsheng shook his head. That was not what he meant by know.
But he was now certain that he had never met this person before.
"Was there something you wanted to see me about?" Qin Changsheng asked.
He had rosy lips and white teeth, with the appearance of a youth. His vitality surged like the newly risen sun.
His true age was already immense. Set in the era of Shrouding the Heavens, he could have outlived more than a dozen, perhaps even dozens, of Ancient Emperors and Great Emperors.
Yet there was not a trace of age in his vitality, as though he truly were a young man.
"Nothing serious," Meng Chuan said. "I just want to chat and take up a little of your time."
Qin Changsheng's expression shifted. "You want to keep me here?"
They were both old monsters who had lived for over a million years. A note of music was enough to tell them