Old Madman—no, Xiao Feng now. (Young, he was Xiao Feng; old, he was Old Madman? Mystery solved!)
Xiao Feng did have some connection to Meng Chuan, so Meng Chuan chatted a little longer with the Tianxuan Saint Son.
Of the Three Heroes of Tianxuan, Old Madman truly had the greatest talent. He also had some connection to Gai Jiuyou and Xiang Yufei.
He was the only one of the three who called them Uncle Gai and Uncle Xiang. The other two called them seniors.
Looking at the group seated at his table, Meng Chuan felt the great current of the age rolling forward.
Time was rushing toward an era he knew well, yet one his presence had changed beyond recognition.
Every person at this table would leave some mark on the great age to come.
Gai Jiuyou would meet a dazzling end, Old Madman would pass away in peace, and Jiang Taixu would die in battle and live again. The others, too, had stories of their own and marks to leave behind.
If someone in the future could look back on this moment, they would discover that the little Youjian Teahouse had gathered supreme figures renowned across ten thousand years.
What a shame. I'm already a Heavenly Emperor more than a hundred thousand years old. Meng Chuan sighed inwardly. All he could do was watch those prodigies contend for supremacy and enjoy their moment in the sun.
After all, his enemies now were Immortal King Giants and figures even above them.
As they talked, the subject turned to why the visitors had come to the Southern Region of the Eastern Wasteland.
"The three of us came for the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land," Wei Yi said. He ranked last among the Three Heroes of Tianxuan, but he was still dazzling in