Ning Zhuo's gaze fell upon that rust-black long nail and then slowly moved to the masked cultivator, his expression somewhat complex.
"What is the price?" the young man asked.
The masked cultivator sensed the scrutiny and caution in Ning Zhuo's eyes: "This item is specially refined for the Three Brave of Xiang Sect. If you wish to use it, I will grant it to you. But you must promise to use it on the Three Brave of Xiang Sect!"
"So, we must sign a contract."
"Besides this, my clan seeks nothing else."
Ning Zhuo was silent for a moment: "Alright."
After signing the contract, the masked cultivator turned and left, showing no intention of lingering.
Tonight was destined to be restless.
Shortly after the masked cultivator departed, Cao Gui arrived.
When he entered, his expression was tense, with obvious beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, his eyes darting around as if afraid someone might follow.
