Chonghe had once followed a few clues about Meng Chuan. Here was a Great Power who had emerged from Tusita Palace, and Chonghe thought he might be able to learn something about the Masters of the Six Paths of Reincarnation through him.
But Meng Qi had later warned him, hinting that he should not investigate the Masters' identities. Chonghe had stopped, though he had still learned a little about Meng Chuan.
That knowledge came from writings left behind by the Overlord of the Medieval Era.
They even recorded Fat Tiger's nickname.
Meng Chuan nodded after hearing Chonghe's explanation. The Biography that bastard Overlord had written about him must have spread.
As for the nickname Fat Tiger, Meng Chuan saw no problem with it. What was wrong with Fat Tiger? Who dared look down on Fat Tiger?
Fat Tiger, the eternal God!
Still, Meng Chuan shot Meng Qi a suspicious glance. For Chonghe to know that much, this bastard must have been fanning the flames behind the scenes.
Meng Qi's heart tightened under Meng Chuan's gaze. He knew the Great Emperor suspected him of gossiping behind his back. His eyes darted, and he came up with a surefire move.
"Senior Chonghe." Meng Qi turned to Chonghe with a solemn expression. "Please bring out the Pure Yang Sect's finest tea to serve the Great Emperor!"
"Huh?" Chonghe had wondered why Meng Qi was calling on him, but he reacted at once. How could he neglect this senior?
"The Pure Yang Sect's finest Spirit Tea is right here with me."
Chonghe promptly set everything out and began preparing it.
Meng Chuan decided not to hold it against Meng Qi. He even gave him an approving glance. The lad knew how to play along and flatter him.
"Heh heh." Meng Qi grinned obsequiously, trotted