My Great Elder?
Jiang Hao nodded slightly: "Yes, it's me. I achieved Daluo status at the age of four hundred, not from that era, but from my own era."
The corpse collector stood still, then burst into laughter and said: "Great Elder, do you still remember what I said before?"
He casually tossed the iron chains aside and, sitting atop the coffin, continued:
"I said, the next time we met, you would be the one requesting my aid."
"I'm not asking." Jiang Hao shook his head: "The Western Astronomical Academy is no longer powerful. If I don't join, it is bound to suffer in the future.
Also, don't you want to know about the state of affairs in Gu Jin Tian?
Now that you know the endless past, you also understand the sorrow of eras.
So, aren't you curious?
For instance, whether I am confident or not."
The academy dean squinted at Jiang Hao and said: "Great Elder, you always loved to speak in riddles."
Jiang Hao shook his head: "Now, I will be the one to ask."
