The old general slowly walked forward, facing Yibai, who was seated at the head, and bowed with clasped hands before saying, "Heavenly Lord, I want to know how much longer I have to live."
"Old General."
Xu Qi looked at the old general, stunned for a long time, his gaze growing complex.
This old general had a highly venerable career, belonging to the era of the Great Ancestor. Now advanced in years, he could pass away at any time.
He knew the old general was indeed tempted by this matter.
The old general merely nodded towards Xu Qi without a word.
"You have a little over sixty days left."
Yibai took a glance.
This old general was quite special in his eyes. A thick aura of death was seeping through his crown, and had it not been for the layers of murderous aura surrounding him, as well as the fortune of the Dynasty supporting him, he would have already died.
Murderous aura capable of blocking death was undoubtedly terrifying.
The old general was a talent.