Jin Lin tapped his claws together, then scratched the back of his head, utterly confused. He couldn't figure out which was more and which was less: one-thousandth, one-hundredth, or one-ten-thousandth.
"Bah! Forget one-hundredth, one-thousandth, or one-ten-thousandth! The point is, I, Old Jin, only have a tiny fraction of my original power now. In order to guard these treasures and personally hand them over to you, Your Highness, I fought a vicious battle against that Nine Heavens Martial Emperor."
"You should have seen that battle, Your Highness! It was truly world-shaking! The heavens darkened, and gods and demons wailed! But alas, pitiful me, I was sealed for far too long. My power was a shadow of its former self, and in the end, I came up short. I had no choice but to make a hasty retreat. My wounds still haven't healed! If you don't believe me, Your Highness, just look..."
