Meng Chuan knew exactly what they meant. He had been there himself.
"You're all big shots in your own worlds now. You stand unmatched by anyone before or after you, so mighty you couldn't find a single defeat beneath the heavens."
Meng Chuan smiled. "You hardly need me to shield you from the wind and rain anymore."
"I can't keep dropping by your worlds just to eat and drink for free, can I?"
"Hmph! Good that you know I'm a big shot!" Meng Qi declared, brimming with swagger.
“Not you, you scrub. What are you so smug about?” Meng Chuan stabbed him without Ruthlessness.
How could Meng Qi have so little sense of where he stood?
"The others are real big shots. You're just a monkey calling himself king when the tiger's away from the mountain."
"Say that to me again in a hundred and fifty years!" Meng Qi snapped.
Meng Chuan scoffed at his threat. "Then come beat me up in a hundred and fifty years, if you can."
Meng Qi gritted his teeth. As things stood, he really couldn't.
The others found the exchange amusing, but it also left them a little wistful.
It was true. In their respective worlds, they had almost nothing left to worry about.
Just as Meng Chuan had said, they rarely needed him to shield them from the wind and rain anymore.
At the beginning, most of them had been nobodies in their own worlds. They often faced problems they couldn't solve with their own strength.
Or, at least, problems they couldn't resolve perfectly.
Take Klein's final battle in Tingen. He could have survived without Meng Chuan and continued to grow stronger.
But most of his friends and teammates would have died. That was far from a perfect outcome.
Klein wasn't alone. Other