If he were not Tang Monk's flesh, how could he attract anyone?
If he attracted no one, how could he encounter so many powerful enemies?
If he encountered no powerful enemies, how could he face more trials?
And without more trials, how could he improve so quickly?
Seeing Meng Chuan keep his head raised, Huo Ling'er could not help asking:
"Uncle Meng, what are you looking at?"
She looked up at the sky too. Apart from the increasingly violent fluctuations, there was nothing there.
"I'm watching a group of very warmhearted people. They want to visit me, and they're even bringing gifts," Meng Chuan replied.
Though he was alone in a Different land—no, he could not really call it foreign. This was still the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
Though he was alone in his homeland in a Different space-time, there were always warmhearted people willing to bring him a little warmth.
The thought behind it warmed his heart.
Huo Ling'er was somewhat Different, and kept looking up, but unfortunately she could not see anything.
At last, she lowered her head and asked a question.
"Doesn't your neck get sore?"
"..."
Meng Chuan fell silent for a moment before finally saying, "When you're with Little Nonpoint, try not to pick up so many strange things from him."
I'm standing here waiting to save the world, and you're asking whether my neck is sore?
By then, the people preparing to descend from the Three Thousand Dao Provinces were very, very close to the Eight Domains.
"Dong Yao, Dong Yao, this is Dong Guai. This is Dong Guai. Please respond if you copy." Meng Chuan sent a Voice Transmission to Willow God and the others in Stone Village.
"What nonsense is that?" Little Pagoda's voice rang out. "What kind of monster is