Ye Fan got a three-word answer and was left speechless. "Be serious, Uncle Meng. I'm talking about something important!"
Uncle Meng shot back, "What, you won't admit it? If you won't, I'll tell your mom and dad right now."
Ye Fan choked on his words. How could he dare deny it?
"You're so old, and you still run to my parents to tell on me," Ye Fan muttered. Shameless old man.
But Uncle Meng's antics instantly put Ye Fan at ease. They had slipped back into their familiar way of getting along.
"Uncle Meng, what exactly is going on?" Ye Fan looked at him and asked in earnest.
There had been no Heavenly Emperor in the dream world, nor anything connected to him. That had puzzled Ye Fan and convinced him the dream was the Heavenly Emperor's doing.
Yet the Heavenly Emperor had been absent, Uncle Meng had been absent too, and even Xiao Nannan's grandfather had been nowhere to be found.
Xiao Nannan's grandfather had lived longer than Ye Fan himself. Little Dragon Man had once said he had given the old man a treasure that extended his life, which explained how he had survived so long.
Ye Fan had found it surprising, but he had not thought much more of it.
After all, a Heavenly Emperor Successor having a few unusual treasures was only natural.
Only after entering the dream world had Ye Fan noticed more things that did not add up.
Apart from cultivating, this was what Ye Fan had spent the most time thinking about in the dream world.
Insights into the Great Dao had often surfaced in his mind while he cultivated. Sometimes, he had even gleaned something hard to put into words from Uncle Meng's childhood boasts.
He had arrived at an answer that