You cursed me when you were little, and now you're cursing me again?
What was the point of growing up, then?
"I'm not giving you my last words. Are you hoping something happens to me, you brat?" A dangerous glint flashed through Meng Chuan's eyes.
"Of course not." Shi Hao shook his head with righteous indignation.
"What kind of person do you take me for? I sincerely hope Uncle Meng lives to be a hundred—no, that you live as long as Heaven. No, that's not right either. That you never age or die."
Meng Chuan watched Shi Hao argue his way out of it. Live to be a hundred? Live as long as Heaven? Those were curses through and through. Fortunately, the brat had caught himself.
"I'm preparing to enter seclusion," Meng Chuan said. "I've reached the limit of the Immortal King Domain. It's time to explore the next realm."
Shi Hao's mouth fell open in disbelief.
"Uncle Meng, you're going to attempt a breakthrough to Quasi-Immortal Emperor?"
"Isn't that too fast? It's only been a few years. It makes no sense."
Shi Hao was so thrown by this that his thoughts became a jumble.
"Wait. Were you already a Quasi-Immortal Emperor before?"
"No. This will be my first attempt." Meng Chuan shook his head. "But becoming a Quasi-Immortal Emperor isn't as hard as you imagine. Once the time is right, it'll happen as naturally as water flowing into a channel."
"I think I've met the conditions, so I'll go into seclusion and cultivate."
"I have a feeling I'll break through this time. All it takes is having hands."
"..."
Hearing those words, so familiar in their usual style, Shi Hao fell silent. He had no idea what to say.
"Will attempting the breakthrough be dangerous?" Shi Hao asked.
"Riddled