Unfortunately, armors had no custom of drinking tea and knew nothing of the ways of the world that Meng Chuan and the others observed. So Di Huang did not treat Meng Chuan to Ye Fan.
What a pity.
My beloved, lost!
Then Di Huang told Meng Chuan what he wanted help with.
To Meng Chuan's surprise, he asked whether the battlefield could be preserved rather than destroyed. If its reach could be reduced as well, so much the better.
Meng Chuan had not expected such a request. After a moment's thought, he understood what lay behind it.
The Shadow Emperor was dead, and the greatest threat to world peace was gone. But even in safety, one had to think of danger.
Di Huang might want the battlefield preserved to train his troops, or to keep them from forgetting the taste of combat.
After all, the Shadow Emperor was dead, but the Faction of the Dark Universe still existed.
Di Huang did not intend to wipe them all out himself. He was looking far ahead: the Realm of Light could not stand alone in dominance.
And for Meng Chuan, this request was not difficult.
Still, thoughts raced through Meng Chuan's mind. He could help, but he and Di Huang were neither kin nor old friends. If he agreed too easily, Di Huang might take the wrong message from it.
"I can help you with that," Meng Chuan said. "I can even alter the battlefield's Laws, make it less intense, shrink it, and confine it to one place."
"But I have one condition."
Di Huang relaxed. As long as Meng Chuan was willing to help, that was enough. On his own, he truly had no way to do it.
"Please tell me," Di Huang said. A condition was only natural. If someone