The Wolf Lord looked at Lin Ming's indifferent expression, and it was as though all strength had been drained from his body. He collapsed onto the ground, his weathered old face filled with despair as he stared blankly into the distance, his voice heavy with profound helplessness:
"Three months... How can three months possibly be enough? If the Star River Empress descends in her true body, forget you and me—even all of Sirius will be finished!"
His voice grew softer and softer until it was nearly a mutter.
The more he thought about it, the more he regretted it. How had he let himself be bewitched by this brat's words and wagered the fate of the Sirius Empire?
He had lived for over ten thousand years. What storms had he not weathered? What schemes had he not encountered? Yet this one time, an eighteen-year-old brat had talked him into boarding a pirate ship.
He raised his head and looked at Lin Ming, hoping to see even the slightest hint of panic on his face. Even a trace would have been enough; at least it would prove that he was not the only one afraid.
But all he saw was calmness. It was not feigned calmness, but the confidence of someone who had everything under control.
That composure only made him more agitated. It was as though he alone was worrying himself sick while the one who had caused all this acted as if nothing had happened.
Lin Ming could not be bothered to explain so much. He spoke directly, his tone crisp and decisive. "Enough talk. I need resources—massive amounts of cultivation resources. The more energy they contain, the better."
The Wolf Lord froze, then his expression darkened:
"What do you mean? At a time like this, you still have