"Huh?"
Pan Zhong was stunned, lost in thought. At first, he seemed to understand, then he asked incredulously:
"Are you discussing academic issues with me?"
"You little brat, you actually know about these things?"
"I know a little bit." Ye Hanjun said with a light smile:
"Does Master Pan really want to enter? Time is running out. If you miss this opportunity, it may be hard to say in a hundred years."
"If you have a way, I will certainly follow!" Pan Zhong swore fervently.
He was already one hundred and eighty-two years old this year.
With the average lifespan of the 4th Order, plus a certain amount of life-extending treasures, living up to about two hundred and fifty years would be the limit.
The next hundred years--he wouldn't make it.
Opportunity was right before his eyes, should he hesitate? Just go for it!
"Fine."
Ye Hanjun got up and walked along the outer rim of the formation:
