Meng Chuan lay sprawled on the sofa with his hands behind his head. His Magical Power peeled the Divine Medicine Sunflower Seeds he had once cultivated and popped the kernels into his mouth.
Every so often, his teacup floated to his lips, poured tea into his mouth, then refilled itself and waited for the next time he graced it with his attention.
Four hands made of Magical Power massaged his shoulders and pounded his legs.
This was the scene of utter decadence Ruthless walked in on.
She seemed stunned. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined the Heavenly Emperor lived like this when he was alone.
"Great Emperor, did you need me for something?" Meng Chuan asked when he saw her.
He had been thinking about the Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperor he might have to face and wondered why Ruthless had come to see him.
"What are you doing?" Ruthless could not help asking as she took in the sight.
"I worked hard for so many years and finally built myself a vast River. Am I not allowed to enjoy it?"
Meng Chuan sat up, withdrew his hands of Magical Power, and spoke with a perfectly straight face.
Ruthless could find nothing wrong with what he had said.
"Great Emperor, what do you think a powerful person's life should look like?" Meng Chuan rambled on without waiting for her answer. "Once you've reached a certain height, you can destroy a Universe with a flick of your finger and reverse the flow of Years with a thought. And then what? Shut yourself away to cultivate every day, sitting alone in the dark?"
"That would be far too dull. You need a little leisure now and then."
Meng Chuan swept everything off the table, brewed a fresh pot of tea, and set