Zhang Fusheng silently gazed at the Northern Emperor, with the netherworld sun above the table gently swaying between them.
The twilight casts shadows on their faces, dark and dim.
"Prove it to me."
Zhang Fusheng spoke softly, holding the large Contract in his hand, it slowly rotated, scattering light and shadows.
The Northern Emperor's expression remained unchanged, nodding slowly:
"But the same words apply."
"As long as it's not the part of me suppressed under the Nine Netherworlds, Fellow Daoist can take freely."
"Good!"
Zhang Fusheng's tone abruptly heightened, Contract is about being willing.
He can also willingly see what this Northern Emperor is about!
Immediately.
He penned on the Contract, with a copper coin, attempting to buy the Northern Emperor's hundred thousand years of insights — merely as a test.
The Contract did not heat up, symbolizing the Northern Emperor's willingness.
