Inside the space-time shop, the twelve-eyed beast looked at Lin Yuan with sincere regret. “Don’t mind Night Mist’s attitude. It’s just how he is.”
“I really don’t mind,” Lin Yuan replied.
The negotiation with Lord Night Mist had not gone well, and both sides were less than satisfied.
This was quite normal.
In fact, if Lin Yuan were just an ordinary newly advanced Threefold Realm lord, he might have agreed.
Serving for millions or even tens of millions of years for a mere ten thousand pounds of Time Sand? It would have been a good deal.
As for the risks? Lin Yuan knew there were dangers in the Vast Multiverse.
However, as a time lord, his ability to survive was quite remarkable, especially with the compensation mentioned by Lord Night Mist.
The terms were decent, indeed.
But unfortunately for them, Lin Yuan was not a newly advanced time lord.
His strength far exceeded ordinary lords, and in fifty thousand or one hundred thousand years, he would soar even further.
Just to use ten thousand pounds of Time Sand to buy millions of years of service from Lin Yuan was simply impractical.