"Haha, Ming Fei can't wait any longer." Zhang Sanfeng laughed. He could understand how Lu Mingfei felt.
If anything, he felt it even more keenly.
After all, Lu Mingfei had left the Dragon Race World of his own accord to pursue greater power. Zhang Sanfeng had been forced to leave, driven from his home.
Once Lu Mingfei achieved his modest goal, he could return. Even after attaining the Dao, Zhang Sanfeng had no way back.
The Heavenly Sword and Dragon-Slaying Saber World had been destroyed. No one knew what it was like now.
Zhang Sanfeng had to grow stronger and become more certain of his chances before he could return.
Fortunately, time flowed far, far more slowly in the Yang God World than in the Shrouding the Heavens World.
"Won't you wait a little longer?" Meng Chuan smiled at Lu Mingfei. "I'm about to open a passage between the Immortal Domain and the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. Don't you want to take a look around the Immortal Domain?"
"No." Lu Mingfei shook his head without hesitation. "That isn't my Immortal Domain."
"You're in a hurry to get back and get married, aren't you?" Meng Chuan teased. "She's still at the moment you left, while you're an old fellow who slept for ten or twenty thousand years and lived for a thousand or two."
"My heart will always be young!" Lu Mingfei protested.
"Hahahaha!" Zhang Sanfeng laughed, and smiles appeared on the Emperors' faces as well.
They had met Lu Mingfei when he first arrived. His life aura had been only a little over twenty years old—a terrifyingly short span.
Now he really was an old fellow.
"Go on, then." Meng Chuan waved a hand. "Just remember to send me an invitation!"
The fellow clearly wanted to go home and