Meng Chuan gazed across the Void at the person watching him from afar.
The Starry Sky revolved around that man. Universes rose and vanished like bubbles, the Great Dao chanted, and ancient peoples bowed in worship. He seemed the king of the Gods, the foremost of ten thousand Immortals.
This was the Crow's Nest True Immortal!
"You broke the rules of Crow's Nest City." The Crow's Nest True Immortal stood motionless as a cold stone, his voice devoid of warmth.
He was not putting on an act. This was simply his nature now.
"But I didn't break your rules," Meng Chuan said with a smile.
The ban on fighting in Crow's Nest City had not been laid down by the Crow's Nest True Immortal.
It was merely his territory. Visitors had begun avoiding fights out of caution, and over the long years, that habit had become the so-called rules of Crow's Nest City.
"Besides, whether those people live or die makes no difference to you, does it?"
"I spared your subordinate."
Meng Chuan went on. He did not want to fight the Crow's Nest True Immortal—not because he could not win, but because there was no need.
This was where his eerie Other Self would establish himself in the future. The Crow's Nest True Immortal was a talent. The Eastern Depot—no, the eerie Meng Chuan needed a talent like him.
"Watch yourself." The Crow's Nest True Immortal gave Meng Chuan a long look with his icy eyes. He did not attack, and the connection between them broke.
He did, however, send something over: an invitation.
Meng Chuan's expression turned odd. So when I need one, you won't send it, but when I don't, you rush to deliver it?
"But the Crow's Nest True Immortal really is a talent."
Meng Chuan