Sword Casting Manor.
In the room, Ning Zheng sat at the desk and opened his eyes, revealing a complex expression, "The time over there passes so quickly, so much has happened in a blink of an eye."
Spaceship traversing, lurking, experimenting, exploring, planning, rising, reaching the top...
It's only been over two thousand years.
Even after several confirmations, it still feels bizarre.
A trace of a smile appeared on Ning Zheng's face:
"Now this fellow can't be easily tricked, his age is already more than ten times mine, and he's very clever now, scheming across a realm... In this transaction, I should be able to earn a substantial amount of Qi Fortune Value from over there."
Ultimately, it's because Ning Zheng is too young, bearing burdens not meant for someone his age.
However.
I, Ning Zheng, have achieved this at a little over a hundred years of age; he has achieved that at over two thousand years old, which doesn't seem surprising.
