Meng Chuan answered five more questions, all about cultivation and the road ahead, then let the Supremes leave.
Nine questions and nine answers. That was plenty.
But his gaze lingered on Duan De's somewhat rounded back as he considered what Duan De had just said.
Duan De would not serve under him, but Cao Yusheng might.
Of course, "serve" was not quite right. Meng Chuan did not know what had happened in the past, but however he looked at it, he would never send Cao Yusheng into battle on his behalf.
What level was Cao Yusheng, anyway?
Someone would need to be at least on Shi Hao's level before he could serve as Meng Chuan's flute-playing attendant, his henchman.
"That damned fatty. That shameless Daoist has some nerve, flattering Uncle Meng like that," Ye Fan muttered.
He knew Duan De, and they were on fairly good terms.
"Not necessarily," Meng Chuan said, then summoned the Black Emperor over.
"Little Black, did you know me before?" Meng Chuan asked, leaving the Black Emperor dumbfounded.
"Of course I knew you before, Heavenly Emperor. We've known each other for over a hundred thousand years."
The Black Emperor could not make heads or tails of it. What did he mean?
If I hadn't known you before, Heavenly Emperor, how would I have entered the Dao Realm and lived until now to become the Dog Emperor?
"No, I mean before Wushi brought you home. Think carefully. Really think. If you can't remember, I'll have Ye Fan bite you."
Meng Chuan threatened the Black Emperor. That man and dog fought often enough anyway.
Ye Fan's face darkened. I'm a human being. Why would I bite a dog?
The Black Emperor's heart skipped a beat. Ye Fan had now lived into his third life and was frighteningly