Unless Meng Chuan had grown so old that he was senile and couldn't remember things.
Unless there was something wrong with his memory, or he hadn't been clearheaded when he killed the Undying Netherworld Emperor, or he'd been caught in an Illusion Technique.
Meng Chuan remembered going to kill the Undying Netherworld Emperor alone. He hadn't taken Luo Feng with him.
Luo Feng hadn't even been there to watch.
So how had Luo Feng's account turned into a tale of him fighting a God Emperor Perfection to a standstill while he was only an Early God Emperor?
He'd even claimed an Origin World had been destroyed and Hunyuan Space had trembled.
That was taking artistic license a bit too far.
Anyone who knew the truth would know he was a God Emperor. Anyone who didn't might think he was a Hunyuan Lord...
Meng Chuan had no idea when Luo Feng had become so mighty.
"As expected of the Primordial Emperor's foremost general," Meng Chuan finally said.
"Hahaha." Zhang Sanfeng laughed. They had their own ideas about how much of Luo Feng's story was true.
But it didn't matter. They weren't going to argue with Luo Feng over it.
He was just bragging. Who hadn't? Meng Qi spent every day claiming he had no idea how many female cultivators dreamed of the Primordial Emperor as their lover.
If he weren't devoted to one woman, loving only Little Sang his entire life, he would surely be a first-rate ladies' man.
But everyone knew what Meng Qi was really like.
His so-called devotion was just fear of his wife.
He was a man with neither the desire to stray nor the guts to try.
If they couldn't brag a little in the group, where could they?
Apart from Han Li and a handful