The Dao Source and Permissions he had gained delighted Meng Chuan, of course, but what stirred him most was the prospect of the Chat Group sending him back to the Chaotic Ancient Era once it had finished improving itself!
Meng Chuan took out the Space-Time Origin, anticipation showing on his face.
He messaged the Chat Group, telling it to hurry up and send him back at once. He also advised it not to push its luck.
No one answered him. The Chat Group had vanished again.
Meng Chuan was furious. Had that damned Chat Group taken the goods and run?
Was it happy to take the benefits but unwilling to do the work?
[Absorbing, digesting, and improving take time too. Even a production team's donkey needs a rest.]
Under Meng Chuan's relentless denunciation, the Chat Group finally appeared. Somehow, its words carried a hint of helplessness and misery.
I'm not human, just a group. But you're no human either.
Please, act like one.
"But even a production team's donkey doesn't rest as much as you do!" Meng Chuan had no sympathy for the shabby little group.
At least half an hour had passed since they ambushed the Villain Chat Group Members.
What, was half an hour not enough for it to rest? No, not enough for it to finish improving itself?
Meng Chuan wanted to pick up a little leather whip and lash the Chat Group until it worked faster.
This Chat Group was pathetic!
Could it even understand how much he longed to return to the Chaotic Ancient Era? How much he looked forward to seeing Milk Baby? How much he looked forward to tormenting—no, caring for Milk Baby?
[Administrator] Meng Chuan lv249: Everyone, especially you, Primordial First Forbidden God, please be careful.
Meng Chuan posted the reminder while