Xu Zimei understood Old Ghost's panic.
But he was too lazy to pay attention.
He looked at Xu Sanduo beside him.
And said, "Do you remember what I told you?"
"I want... Twilight of the Gods."
As soon as the words were spoken, Old Ghost's face changed dramatically, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
Xu Sanduo, however, was full of excitement.
He shouted, "Sir, please let me follow you. I want to witness the scene of Twilight of the Gods with my own eyes."
"You better forget it," Xu Zimei replied.
"I'm afraid you'll die a hundred times just from the aftermath of the battle before you even see Twilight of the Gods."
"Wait, this battle is amazing, you will see it no matter where you are."
"So it's better to prioritize staying alive."
"Understood," Xu Sanduo did not insist further.
Instead, he bowed deeply to Xu Zimei.
At this moment Old Ghost also regained his composure and said, "Sir, do you... do you really intend to go to the Divine Emperor's Mausoleum?"
