Chen Feng was dumbfunded; to become a disciple required signing a contract, and this was the first time he had heard of such a practice.
"Looking at your expression, you seem unwilling?"
Elder Gui laughed as he looked at Chen Feng.
"Willing, very willing," Chen Feng replied.
Unwillingness meant continued confinement, a treatment Chen Feng had never experienced before.
"Since you are willing, then sign the contract."
Elder Gui raised his hand, and tracing patterns in the air.
As Elder Gui traced, lines of golden characters swiftly appeared in the void.
Chen Feng stared at the lines of golden characters, dumbstruck.
It was indeed a tyrannical contract; every clause was restrictive.
However, Chen Feng also noticed that these restrictions were still within an acceptable range.
The last line spelled out the consequence of breach of contract.
"Alright, you can now sign your full name," Elder Gui said.
Elder Gui released Chen Feng.
