"It's a long story. Just transfer it first; it's urgent," Mu You urged.
In the span of the conversation, his lifespan had been consumed by several decades.
The Watchman didn't ask anything else and transferred the money directly, though he immediately became wary, closely watching Mu You's subsequent actions. His gaze was like that of someone watching an elderly person being scammed online, stubbornly insisting on transferring money against their children's advice.
Mu You wasn't aware of what the Watchman was thinking; he was delightfully enjoying the rain in the game.
His lifespan was burning away rapidly at a rate of two seconds per year. With the lifespan of ten thousand years just transferred by his avatar, Mu You wasn't worried in the slightest. This was enough for him to play around for five or six hours. By then, the rain should have stopped, and even if it hadn't, he could continue having his avatar transfer funds.
