Meng Qi could not help nodding at Meng Chuan's assessment. He agreed.
If Yang Jian attempted to attain the Other Shore now, whether he would succeed was another matter. But his foundations were deep indeed, a measure deeper than Meng Qi's own.
Meng Qi was no slouch, though. His foundations already exceeded the basic requirements for attaining the Other Shore from the realm of Fortune.
And once foundations reached a certain depth, they were more or less enough.
Yang Jian remained clearheaded in the face of Meng Chuan's praise. He did not let it go to his head.
Having an Other Shore Being tell you that your chances of reaching the Other Shore were excellent was not always a good thing.
Yang Jian knew that Meng Chuan would not stop him if he decided to attempt it.
But praise was praise. He could hardly take it entirely at face value and let himself get carried away.
"I have built up some foundations," Yang Jian said gravely, "but they are not enough to reach the Other Shore. My preparations are incomplete. I have no chance of succeeding in the Current Era."
Meng Chuan shook his head. "You're just too cautious. You don't have a young person's spirit or drive."
Meng Qi's expression turned peculiar.
Yang Jian came from the Primordial Era. In terms of age, he was definitely older than Meng Chuan.
A young man telling an old fellow he lacked spirit?
You're killing Grandpa Meng Qi here.
In Lifetime, the Immemorial Primordial World was not a single era. It referred to the stretch of time from the Creation of Heaven and Earth to the destruction of Haotian's Heavenly Court, a span comprising multiple eras.
The Primordial Era came afterward. Yang Jian had entered the world during that period, so he