Little Kid Ginseng agreed in the end but he couldn't sign.
"I don't know how to write my name and I also don't have a name." Little Kid Ginseng said.
In the sealed space in the god hall, Little Kid Ginseng didn't give himself a name as he felt like there was no need to.
"Just stamp your palm." Li Xiandao said calmly. If he didn't sign it, then he could at least give him a stamp.
Of course, it had to be voluntary. The Bank of the Universe never forced someone else to sign.
The contract had to be willing from both sides and no threat had to be involved which was why the moment one signed, they weren't allowed to regret.
Little Kid Ginseng saw that and picked up its pink and tender small claw. It pressed its palm down on where he was supposed to sign on the contract.
