Meng Chuan did not lose his composure in the slightest at Meng Qi's snide remarks.
Ridiculous. How could mere words shake my Dao Heart?
Had he never heard of switching styles now and then, of occasionally playing the reckless brute?
I couldn't forget to adapt, but I couldn't forget my roots either.
I had to keep a firm grip on both.
"How long are you planning to stay in Luo Feng's time?" Meng Qi asked curiously.
"A very long time. I'll go back when those Cult Masters in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces call in their elders and descend to the Lower Realm again," Meng Chuan replied.
"I may have cowed those God Kings this time, but I still need to show my face now and then. They need to know I'm still watching."
"You'll be waiting a while, Great Emperor," Zhang Sanfeng interjected.
After all, everyone knew how time worked in Luo Feng's world.
"How have you been lately, True Person?"
"Well enough. Nothing much has changed; it's only been a few years." A faint smile lingered on Zhang Sanfeng's face.
"The universe hasn't changed much either. By and large, it's as it was."
"The Supremes still strive for Attainment of the Dao, and another young generation has set foot on the Starry Sky Ancient Road to forge its own glory."
"Ruthless Great Emperor is adrift in the Boundary Sea, Wushi is in seclusion studying the Longevity Method, Azure Emperor is absorbed in his Inner World, and Ye Fan shines like the midday sun as Acting Heavenly Emperor."
"As for the Dao Realm Emperors, they've shut themselves away in the Depths of the Dao Realm."
Only thirteen or fourteen years had passed since Meng Chuan traveled back to the Chaotic Ancient Era.
From what Meng Chuan and Zhang Sanfeng