Monster sat across from Meng Chuan, staring at him without blinking.
She was curious—desperate to know what idea he had come up with this time, and what he intended to do.
"Don't look at me like that," Meng Chuan said calmly.
"Uncle Ling, what exactly are you planning?" Monster asked with a dazzling smile.
Meng Chuan smiled. "If Chu Feng saw you smiling like that, he'd turn around and leave on the spot."
Chu Feng could handle Yaoyao when she acted normally. But if she suddenly smiled with such open delight, he was in for trouble.
"He's just too timid," Yaoyao said. "So what exactly are you planning?"
"Something that will make this world more interesting," Meng Chuan said.
"First, like this..." Meng Chuan blew softly toward the void. Ripples spread through it, as though his breath had stirred an invisible river.
"Then, like this..." A few drops of untouched tea splashed from Meng Chuan's cup. They fell into the void, dissolved into the Great Dao, and scattered through time.
"Next, like this..." Meng Chuan raised a hand and made a pulling motion, drawing what belonged to the future into the present and what lay beyond the world into it.
"And finally, like this..."
Meng Chuan pressed a hand gently against the void, smoothing away every ripple and wave. All things returned to their former state, and peace settled over them.
Meng Chuan looked at Yaoyao. "Do you understand?"
"I understand that I don't understand!" Monster cried.
"It's such a simple thing. I demonstrated it right in front of you. If you still don't understand, there's nothing I can do." Meng Chuan shook his head.
Monster felt what it was like to be looked down on and crushed by someone at a higher level.
*When I reach that level, I'm