Meng Chuan brought Ruthless back to his own little world in the Dao Realm. Breathing in the familiar air, he felt a quiet satisfaction.
"Great Emperor, do you know what struck me most when I came back?"
Ruthless looked at him, wondering what he was about to say.
The relief of letting loose? The satisfaction of making a fool of a Supreme Giant? Or perhaps frustration that his injuries had flared up again?
"A nest of gold or silver still can't compare to my own Dao nest!"
Meng Chuan sighed. As for a doghouse? What doghouse? How could any place he lived be a doghouse?
Ruthless fell silent for a moment. Of course. She should never have tried to guess what this man would say by thinking normally.
"Oh."
In the end, Ruthless gave him a single word in reply. Meng Chuan didn't mind.
"Great Emperor, do you need my help with your injuries this time?" Meng Chuan asked with concern. Ruthless said nothing about them, but they were still rather serious.
It was almost funny. When they had left, one of them had been injured and the other unharmed. Now they had returned with both of them wounded.
Ruthless shook her head. "I was injured this time, but I also saw power on a higher level. I'll take my time with it."
Fortune and misfortune went hand in hand. This was indeed a rare insight and opportunity.
Ruthless had fought bloody battles in the Boundary Sea for five hundred years and gained much from them. This time, she had even fought an Immortal King. Whether or not she had been completely outmatched, she had still gained something.
Then her gaze shifted toward Beidou in the Real Universe. A Certain Tea House came into view.
Seeing where she was looking,