"If you insist on a written agreement, then so be it. As your sect leader, am I not known for my honesty and integrity in Wu Zhou? Would I deceive a delicate lady like you?" Lu Bei scoffed, taking the pen and paper and scribbling down a few lines of sloppy handwriting.
It was intentional.
In the realm of cultivators, there are books on calligraphy skills. His handwriting was not bad, and it was no problem to présent in public. He deliberately wrote in a sloppy manner in order to deny it in the future.
At the end of the agreement, he signed his name as 'Head of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Lu Bei', without any guilt.
Whether or not Zhao Wuyou would pursue a debt of hundreds of billions in Wu Zhou was one thing. But if she did show up, with the written contract in hand, Lu Bei could easily deny it.
There was no Lu Bei, the Head of the Heavenly Sword Sect. There was only the Deputy Head, Lu Bei, and anyone in the mountain could testify.
