Fu Qingjun rocked his teacup, sitting leisurely in the rocking chair.
This scene was reminiscent of those days,
In fact, it wasn't that he didn't want to bring over Little Trumpet, Baiyu, and the others, to reunite the various dining members in the canteen.
It's just that there was no quota.
Celestial Venerable Wen Ce strictly calculated the quotas for slipping back into this era, even during the Divine Demon Night Banquet, only a few like Qin Hong could enter.
Little Trumpet and the others naturally couldn't.
Fu Qingjun wasn't incapable of smuggling them over,
But there was no need.
Why?
Because there's no way to explain it.
How to explain to Little Trumpet and the others?
Plus, they really weren't up to it; they'd have no role here, competing with those terrifying geniuses for cosmic trends.
Better to let them stay peacefully at the rear.
Even forcibly bringing them over might expose himself.
"Just waiting for the fine wine to be ready."
