"The Prime Minister, who currently has no power beyond the Golden Throne Hall, is actually so sorrowful, hehe...."
Xu Yinhè did not take issue with the other's words but simply said softly:
"Not many of the friends from those days in the Imperial Capital are left alive today."
Jiang He sneered: "You and Li Yaoxuan killed them all, naturally, there wouldn't be many left."
"...." Xu Yinhè.
Li Yaoxuan, the current Emperor.
As Jiang He watched the other's graying temples, he said with a soft chuckle:
"After so many years, even if you didn't kill them, those people might not have lived to see this day. I'm almost like dust now, yet you still look like this, I'm really curious how long you can live with your current cultivation level?"
Xu Yinhè cast a glance at the old man and after a brief contemplation, he said in a low voice:
"If I make no further progress in this lifetime, probably around one hundred and twenty years."
A look of envy appeared on Jiang He's aged face:
