"I never thought that after waiting so many years with my mistress, we would not see our master return, but would only await the arrival of his treasure," the old man fixated on the Ancient Lamp of Flame God, his face showing a tinge of sorrow.
Fang Lin frowned upon hearing this and stared at the old man.
"Who exactly are you? And who is this woman?" Fang Lin asked.
The old man coughed repeatedly, his body seemed to be enveloped in an even heavier aura of twilight. Fang Lin could tell that this old fellow probably didn't have long to live; although he possessed the Cultivation of Great Longevity, his lifespan was exhausted. Given such a heavy twilight aura, he should not have been able to hold on much longer.
"Before answering your question, this old man wishes to know, where did you obtain the lamp in your hand?" the old man's eyes, heavy with meaning, looked at Fang Lin.
