Saint King looked somewhat puzzled by Meng Chuan's words.
"No longer needed?"
"The greatest upheaval in history is coming. A storm will soon sweep across the entire Boundary Sea."
Meng Chuan spoke unhurriedly. "Compared to that upheaval, the threat from the Foreign Realm is nothing."
"Besides, the Foreign Realm won't dare come again."
With the Seven Kings suppressed, the Foreign Realm could not simply charge over.
That would be courting death.
They would not dare come for at least several hundred, perhaps a thousand years—not until they found a way and waited for the right moment.
"Uncle Meng!" a voice shouted from the Primordial Imperial City.
Shi Hao came racing toward Meng Chuan, his face bright with excitement.
"You're incredible!"
Meng Chuan conjured a hand of Magical Power and held Shi Hao at a distance to let him calm down.
Meng Tianzheng and the others also gathered around Meng Chuan. The admiration in their eyes went without saying.
"Impressive?" Meng Chuan asked Ye Fan, who had followed them over.
"Very impressive," Ye Fan replied with a smile.
Shi Hao's gaze darted between Meng Chuan and Ye Fan. He was certain there was something unusual about their relationship.
He didn't even speak to me first!
"What a shame I couldn't kill An Lan with my own hands," Ye Fan said.
An Lan held a special place in his heart. Not being the one to kill him was a regret.
"I called dibs on him long ago. How could I let you steal him?"
"Ha." Ye Fan chuckled and looked toward the rift in Space-Time, where the River of the Ages surged.
At the same time, the force of rejection from the River of Time grew stronger around him, urging him back to his own era.
If Ye Fan had attacked An