Zhang Yang pondered for only three seconds before looking up. "All right, I choose three."
"You're very wise."
This time, the shadow within the cloak spoke, carrying an indescribable undertone. There was no need to mull it over at all—choosing the third option was clearly the most cost-effective.
Unless Zhang wanted to become a wealthy landowner, but that would mean handing over the Death Black Sail and Boat of Death. Wouldn't that leave him at the mercy of others in the Fourth Sequence?
Without the Death Black Sail, he wouldn't even be able to escape when he wanted to.
So how could that possibly compare with joining an organization?
At this moment, the silver-eyed man and the three-eyed giant fell silent. Only a wet tentacle extended from the shadow within the cloak, its tip curled around an ancient, rust-covered chest.
Before Zhang Yang could open the chest, it suddenly whooshed and dissolved into nothingness. All that remained was a dazzling disk of stellar mist slowly revolving within it.
"This is your proof of identity as an Apprentice Time Guardian. Within it lies the Stellar Imprint left behind by the River of Time. With this imprint, you will be qualified to travel freely to the Fifth, Fourth, and Third Sequences. But as my companion said earlier, whether you have the ability—and whether you can afford the travel expenses—is your own concern."
"Now bind this Stellar Imprint to your True Spirit. But before you do, you still have a chance to regret it, because once the binding is complete, it means that from this moment onward, you will become a Guardian of the River of Time, a supporter of the Six Great Sequences' structure, and a witness to the Myriad Heavens and Worlds. You will receive rewards from the River of Time,