Fu Qingjun felt a bit regretful in his heart.
This feeling was like collecting trophies for a full set, only to be missing just one.
Apart from himself, of the three Cosmic Ancestor Emperors of the river of time, two had shown respect to his father, played the suona for him, and cooked for him. Only the last one, Celestial Venerable Wen Ce, was left...
"Alas, I always feel there's something missing in life."
Fu Qingjun shook his head and said,
Yet Fu Qingjun was completely unaware that Celestial Venerable Wen Ce had long since secretly reincarnated as Chen Nianzi in the tavern, making him dishes countless times and playing music.
His "full collection" had long been completed.
"Wait, what am I thinking?"
Fu Qingjun's expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but reflect, "No, I eventually, unknowingly, became what I most despised in my youth—a great capitalist."
