This old ghost truly had a great many things here.
The Time-Space General's Time Shuttle was practically useless on the path of offense.
But in terms of speed, it was unmatched.
The old ghost continued, "This item is of little use to me.
I rarely leave this shop, so a speed treasure would only be a pearl buried in dust."
"I won't take your things for nothing," Xu Zimo said.
"Give me this item, and you may make one request."
"A request?" The old ghost pondered for a moment.
At last, he said, "Longevity.
I want to live another ten thousand years."
Before Xu Zimo could speak, the old ghost continued.
He shakily sat down beside them.
At first glance, the old ghost's back was somewhat hunched, yet his entire body exuded a chilling aura that made people afraid to look at him directly.
But if one looked carefully.
One would discover that although the old ghost's aura was unfathomable, there was also a trace of weakness within that unfathomable depth.
It was like an ancient tree that had grown into a Vast Sky Great Tree, only to begin declining.
When prosperity reached its peak, decline was bound to follow.
Just like the old ghost's skin, which was covered in countless cracks.
The old ghost said, "I have lived for many years, from the Upper Ancient Era until today."
Hearing this, Xu Zimo knew that he had encountered an old monster.
From the Upper Ancient Era until now—perhaps he had already lived here when the Empress first built the City of Hundred Battles.
All the way to this era.
His age was so ancient that it could no longer be counted.
One could imagine how difficult it had been for him to survive until now.
The old ghost continued, "No