Oh... he hadn't taken too long to arrive.
Though it didn't look like much, the car was undoubtedly in pretty good condition.
Fu Qian listened to the engine as he drove. The sudden turn of events hadn't affected his speed at all.
He'd just been wondering what to call the old man, and now not only had that problem been solved, he'd been given the final conditions for completing the task.
Even the conditions seemed to fit the name of the item he was supposed to retrieve.
Wish of Oblivion, Wish List... Not a perfect match, but close enough.
Besides, trying to make up for the regrets of a lifetime when one was on the verge of death was only natural. It suited the old man's expression and state of mind, too.
He just didn't know why the old man had insisted on putting his driver in an outfit like this.
That was right—Fu Qian thought the clothes he wore in this scenario had probably been made just for the occasion.
He based that judgment not only on how new they looked, but also on the fact that Old Man Katon's clothes looked less new.
The style was the same, but the latter's clothes showed more signs of wear. The simplest explanation was that Fu Qian had been asked to match him.
Even the gun he carried—a weapon that was far too ornate—seemed to go with the old man's outfit now.
And it was far more plausible for an Intermediate Tier transcendent to own such a fearsome weapon than for an ordinary person.
Next, he might as well see what was on an old man's wish list.
There was one small problem, of course. He knew the old man's name now, but what about his own?
"You drive a lot