Meng Chuan patted Shi Hao on the shoulder and spoke to him with heartfelt gravity:
"From now on, you must cultivate hard. Climb upward, step by step by step, until you reach the very top."
"Make sure everyone knows who you are. Do you hear me?"
Shi Hao looked baffled. "Why bring this up all of a sudden?"
"Because if you don't climb to the top and make everyone know your name and your renown,"
"you'll keep finding yourself in situations like this."
"What's wrong with this?" Shi Hao asked, puzzled. Was something amiss?
Meng Chuan shook his head and sighed. "Standing here like a little lackey."
Meng Chuan looked up at Willow God and the other two. His fists clenched tight.
"Eighteen years old, watching the big shots talk while standing there like a nobody."
Emotion surged through Meng Chuan's chest. He secretly resolved that one day, he too would reach that point.
He would make others watch while he talked with the big shots!
Shi Hao finally understood what Meng Chuan meant. His expression turned strange, and he quietly put some distance between them.
"Uncle Meng, we all know each other. You don't need to invent a part for yourself," he muttered.
"..."
"Stop talking. Say another word and I'll beat you up," Meng Chuan threatened.
Shi Hao pursed his lips, but wisely fell silent.
He believed Meng Chuan really would beat him up.
After the True Dragon Horn had spoken with Willow God and the others for a while, the light on it had dimmed somewhat.
The True Dragon was dead, and this broken horn had lost all its essence. Only a faint imprint remained.
The True Dragon was in even worse shape than the Forbidden Zone Lord had been before reincarnation.
The Forbidden Zone Lord had