Wang Meng's decision to make such a big name for himself this time was somewhat intentional. It was a precaution—just in case any of his brothers had also arrived in the Middle Thousand Realm. If they heard his name, they would definitely come looking for him. Although the possibility was extremely low, it couldn't be ruled out.
In terms of talent, Fatty Zhang, Mingren, and the others were no worse than him.
As for Ji Xuanyuan's plan to host the World's Number One Dao Field, Wang Meng naturally supported it fully. Having the chance to witness the brilliance of the Middle Thousand Realm—why wouldn't he be happy to do so?
The others clearly didn't quite believe him, despite how Wang Meng was acting.
"You'll understand in the future," he said.
Everyone refrained from pressing the issue. After all, they were simply too happy. Wang Shifeng's primary concern remained the supply of Drunkard Wine.
