Although the Sacred Ruins' Myriad Worlds had joined them, there were not many people Ye Fan and the others needed to get to know.
Only the few standing before them now—Chu Feng, Yaoyao, and Lin Nuo Yi—needed proper introductions.
As for the other inhabitants of the Sacred Ruins, such as Chu Feng's friends and family, it was enough for Ye Fan and the others to know who they were. Time stretched long ahead of them; they would grow familiar naturally.
"Ancestor?"
Monster Monster looked at Ye Fan and tried out the title.
Ye Fan went numb. I'm still just a "child," and now I'm an old ancestor?
The title truly made him uncomfortable. Flustered, Ye Fan had no idea what to say.
Ji Ziyue and the others laughed. They, too, had sensed the pulse of Ye Fan's Bloodline within Yaoyao.
Meng Chuan beckoned Yaoyao over, and she obediently came to him.
"Go ahead. Call him that every chance you get," Meng Chuan said, delighted to see Ye Fan falling apart.
Monster Monster looked at Meng Chuan with a smile. "Then I can't call you Uncle Meng anymore. I'll have to call you Ancestor too."
"Absolutely not," Meng Chuan refused at once.
Shi Hao laughed beside them. "The Chaos circle is a mess."
Their forms of address had become hopelessly tangled. Everyone was calling everyone else whatever they pleased.
Judging by what Yaoyao called Meng Chuan, she belonged to the same generation as Ye Fan.
But by Bloodline, she was Ye Fan's descendant countless generations removed.
Then Chu Feng spoke, his tone hard to read.
"No wonder you always told me stories about the ancient Heavenly Emperors, Godfather. You knew every detail, as though you'd lived through it and stood right there..."
Because Meng Chuan really had stood right there. He