"It's finally time. I'm waiting for my hair to turn white." A middle-aged man with a broken arm first appeared in front of Ye Tian, carrying a simple sword on his back. Naturally, it was a meteor.

then there was a black cloud over Ye Tian's head, and the voice rang all over the sky: "meteor, your hair is white. I want to count your white hair several thousand feet?"

the last one was xuanhuang, with a faint smile on his face: "Ye Tian, I can't imagine it."

Ye Tian did not expect that these three people would appear here together even if he died.

"it's time for me to...