Frankly speaking, even Braydon Neal couldn't remain calm at the idea of eternal life.
Martial artists spent their lives chasing power that surpassed other living beings, and they sought to extend their lifespan with the increase of their cultivation realm.
An emperor could live for 700 years.
Now, that was a mind-boggling concept.
Ordinary folks in the outside world claimed that reaching one's eighties was rare; they considered that as having lived a long life. However, martial emperors could live for 700 years – an age ordinary people wouldn't even dare to imagine.
Yet, even emperors harbored desires. If one were to offer emperors 7,000 more years to live, they would willingly submit and be a slave. Eternal life was an offer no one could refuse.
Braydon returned to Zinno Hotel. His eyes gleamed. "Luke, pack your things. We're leaving tonight," he said decisively.
"Got it!" Luke swiftly put on his clothes.
