"What, I thought it was meat that delivered itself to my door."
"Speak, what do you wish for? As long as you can provide valuable spiritual objects, I am willing to trade fairly with you."
The centipede demon crawled a bit further away to ensure its own safety.
Yet its greed remained, sensing profit to be had, not wanting to miss out easily.
"First question, what year is it now?"
Ye Hanjun, from his storage ring, took out a six-thousand-year-old spiritual medicine and flicked it over with a finger.
"?"
The centipede demon that swallowed the spiritual medicine froze subconsciously.
After a pause of a second or two, seeing Ye Hanjun's seriousness, not like he was joking, it finally spoke:
"New Era, Second Epoch, the year 1789."
"Hmm?"
Ye Liuying and Bana both widened their eyes.
They remembered it being around the year 1630.
The killing of Demon Marshal Clark and obtaining the Pillow of Sloth also happened around that time.
