Those words meant that a Founding Divine Emperor, a high-grade Longevity Realm expert, had set aside all his pride.
Inside the secret chamber, the other three Longevity Realm experts stopped breathing as well.
They were all waiting.
Waiting for the young man lying in bed, who could barely even sit up, to name his price.
Yet Zhou Xuan did not demand an exorbitant price as they had expected, asking for heavenly treasures or immortal vein deposits.
He merely smiled weakly, his smile carrying a hint of something none of them understood.
His gaze passed over Emperor Jiang Wu, who stood before him, and settled on the Alliance Leader's uncertain face.
"Before we discuss terms, I need a few things."
Zhou Xuan's voice remained hoarse, but his words were clear.
"I need every record in the Purple-Gold Immortal Vein's History Archive Hall concerning the power in my right arm. No matter how trivial or ancient, even if it's only a few words of speculation, I want it all."
The Alliance Leader's brow twitched. That request was not unreasonable.
"What else?"
"There's more."
Zhou Xuan's gaze sharpened.
"I need to know the true standard for distinguishing strength among Central Province's Longevity Realm experts. Don't fob me off with the things you use to fool outsiders."
He paused, then added another sentence.
"If you want me to treat your illness, you should at least let me understand your medical records first, shouldn't you?"
Medical records?
The term left all four old monsters, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, momentarily stunned.
They had never heard an expression so novel, yet so apt.
Old Ancestor Xuanming's face darkened further. *Did this brat really think they were ordinary mortals seeking medical treatment? He even dared make a demand that touched on their deepest