Meng Chuan held a Teacup, feeling strangely amused.
The tea he had made had somehow found its way to the Desolate Heaven Emperor in the Shrouding the Heavens era.
It was not as if he particularly liked tea. But the Desolate Heaven Emperor had invited him so warmly that he could hardly refuse, could he?
It was all just social etiquette!
Meng Chuan raised his teacup to Shi Hao, then drained it in one gulp.
If he was going to drink tea, he would drink it. What was satisfying about sipping it bit by bit?
"Good tea. Good tea."
Meng Chuan savored the aftertaste and praised it.
This was Spirit Tea—no, Immortal Tea. Once he drank it, boundless insights rose in his heart, stirring the already surging Great Dao within him even more fiercely.
"Of course it's good tea." Shi Hao nodded, but instead of drinking, he looked out at the universe and the dazzling Dao Realm.
"The Dao Realm." Shi Hao repeated the name, recalling the past with a smile. "You really are a man with ideas."
It resembled the Void God Realm he had frequented as a child, yet differed from it in many ways, stirring old memories.
"I'm just doing my part." Meng Chuan waved a hand, as if to say it was nothing and Shi Hao need not praise him.
Shi Hao's mouth twitched helplessly. Had this man always been so... indifferent to what others thought, so free and easy?
"You often entered the Void God Realm when you were young. How about visiting my Dao Realm now and trying it out?"
Meng Chuan spoke at a leisurely pace, extending a warm invitation. Then something occurred to him, and he patted his chest.
"Don't worry. My Dao Realm doesn't make people choose names. Everyone uses their