When Meng Chuxuan woke up, the sky fell!
The little dumpling that I protected back then actually turned... Fat! Old! Head! Got it!
"Sir, Yan Zhong is my great-great... Great-grandfather! My name is Yan Weijie."
"So, the ashes of that guy Yan Zhong are... Scattered?"
"You have been sleeping for more than three hundred years... Wuwu... I thought you didn't want us anymore!"
Meng Chuxuan discovered something even more terrifying. This sleep made her weak! Bird!
Now, if any high-level monster comes, it can be destroyed!
Ah... The sky is falling...
