"Goodbye."
Shi Yu chose to bid farewell to the owl.
There was no such scam.
No matter how he thought about it, it was impossible for those five guys sitting on the cosmic throne to be contracted.
It was better to rely on himself to nurture a cosmic level than to contract them.
"Wait!"
The owl said, "By the way, by the way, there seem to be more than five choices."
"Hm?"
"It's said that there's still a sixth cosmic level in the universe that might or might not exist."
"Us astrologers know that this sixth cosmic level actually exists."
"Therefore, it's very likely that your contracted target is it!"
"After all, its traces of existence have already been lost in the history of the universe. As an archeologist, you will definitely explore its traces, right? You might be fated because of this!"
