"Fellow Daoists, hear me out. Peace is the most precious thing in all matters."
Meng Chuan infused the projection with a wisp of his Divine Sense, and it instantly became real. Only he could do that; no one else had Divine Sense or the ability to travel between worlds.
And now, Brother Meng made his dazzling entrance!
Meng Chuan's sudden appearance put everyone except Yang Jian on high alert, especially the Queen Mother and Taishang Laojun.
"As cultivators, we pursue the Great Dao. Fighting and killing aren't the proper path. There's no need to fight to the death."
Meng Chuan urged them earnestly. "I hate solving every problem with my fists. I have no interest in fists. I never use them."
"A man from Shrouding the Heavens says he doesn't like fists and never uses them," Lu Mingfei said in a comical voice.
"Sure, I believe him."
"We all believe him." Yao Chen and the others nodded together.
"So let's sit down and talk. Have some tea. If one cup isn't enough, have a few more. Perhaps that'll solve the problem?" Meng Chuan ignored them, pretending he hadn't heard a word, and went on speaking.
"Great Emperor, aren't those cups of tea your real objective?" Yao Chen asked suspiciously.
"Second Brother, kick them all out." Meng Chuan could take no more and sent Yang Jian a private message. What the hell was wrong with these people? They were ruining his performance.
"You seem unfamiliar, fellow Daoist." Taishang Laojun had been watching Meng Chuan the whole time.
"Just an ordinary passerby." Meng Chuan waved a modest hand. "Nowhere near as famous as you, Laojun."
"Heh." Taishang Laojun smiled. Naturally, he didn't believe a word of it.
"Are you here to help Yang Jian?"
"He personally imprisoned his own sister and let