Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 1080

When the old man showed up, Darren turned around to get a good look at him. He was met with an expression full of fear and shock on the old man's face.

'Is this old man really not a big shot?' Darren thought.

"Don't you have any idea what this is?"

"How am I supposed to know where the scarlet monster came from?!" Without thinking, the old man stepped back and instinctively hid behind Darren.

Darren kept silent. After some observation, he concluded that the Shura should be restrained for some time. During this window of opportunity, he should do his best to find the World Essence.

"Let's go. Just ignore him,"

Darren said as he walked towards the lake. The old man wordlessly tailed Darren, shivering.

In front of Hiram's tomb, Darren stood contemplatively. He stared into nowhere, deep in thought.

"Sir, did anyone ask you to relay a message, or any instructions before sending you here?" Darren said as he spun around to face the old man.

Seeing Darren's stern face, the old man was lost in thought for a moment before he finally spoke.

"Now that you mention it, that man did give a few orders to me. But alas, I'm too old to remember what they were."

"Who was it that asked you to come here? How long have you been here?" Darren asked.

"Honestly, I can't remember how long it has been. Though I do remember the man who brought me here. He was a young man, donning some dazzling cyan armor. Yes, he also looked very handsome and well built. There wasn't a grave when I first arrived here," the old man said.

"What?"

Darren's eyes widened when he realized just how long the old man had been here. Based on what he recounted, the old man had been living in the bronze coffin for millions of years!

It was baffling. If he possessed an ordinary human body, how could he have lived for millions of years? Even a holy emperor could only live for one million years at most.

"It's quite eerie. After I came here, time seems to have stopped. I don't even know how old I am anymore. I've stayed the same," the old man murmured. His voice trailed off as he spoke. It was as if he was falling back into deep thought.

"No wonder you're forgetful."

Darren understood now. Millions of years had passed. Of course the old man couldn't recall what happened.

However, it also became clear to Darren that this old man was definitely not an ordinary person. The young man in cyan armor who brought him to this place should be Hiram the Great. That was to say, before the battle even began, Hiram the Great had taken this old man to the bronze coffin.

What could he have done this for? Darren wracked his mind trying to figure out the reason.

"Young man, do you know the man they called Hiram the Great? Are you his descendant?" the old man asked out of the blue.

"No, I'm not." Darren shook his head. "I'm a person who has the same mission as him."

The old man gave an awkward smile in reply—he didn't understand what Darren was saying.

"Don't you worry. I'll cook a fish for us. Say, your wine... How about giving me some more?" the old man asked eagerly.

"You want more? Sir, with all due respect, you can't hold a drink at all. Just half a glass of wine left you drunk for four whole days."

"What are you talking about? That's the point! You drink to get drunk! In any case, I'm going fishing. Remember to prepare the wine." The old man stumbled clumsily into the hut.

Darren shook his head and sighed as he followed after him.

After settling down and waiting quietly at the hut, Darren saw the old man come back carrying a big fish in his arms. A broad smile spread across the old man's face as he walked towards him with a look of triumph.

"Everything here is lacking, except for fish."

Darren smiled. "That's a great catch you got there, but I can't let you drink any of the wine this time."

The old man's face darkened. "How could you do this, young man? I was just asking for some wine. Younglings these days are so rude."

"You're old and frail. I worry for your health."

"Are you kidding me? That wine can't hurt me. I've lived for so many years and I'm still in tip-top shape."

Darren had to agree. The old man had lived for millions of years. What harm could a little wine do?

"Fine. Let's have a good drink, then." Darren beamed, taking out a big bottle of wine.

"That's more like it!"

The old man happily started cooking the fish. He whistled out a little tune as he grilled it—thinking about how great it would taste with the wine.

Just like last time, the fish tasted immaculate, and the old man was dead drunk after half a glass of wine.