Creak!

The door opened instantly.

An old man walked out wearing a gray robe. He had a beard and a few strands of hair growing on his face.

“James?”

Silvester walked out of the wooden house and looked at James standing outside. He approached James and stared at him in disbelief.

“How is this possible? Didn’t you die in the battle a hundred thousand years ago?”

James sat down and said smilingly, “It’s a very long story. Let’s put that aside for now. I came to see you because I needed help wi