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Half an hour later,
soft clouds drifted slowly across the sky, and the main tower of the Myriad Manifestation Sect's East City wall was exceptionally quiet.
A precious red sandalwood table sat quietly beside the open battlements.
On one side, the Sect Master of Myriad Manifestation Sect, his fingers trembling slightly.
On the other, a relaxed and handsome young man.
After signing his name on the special paper with special ink, the Sect Master of Myriad Manifestation Sect stood up immediately, looking at the youth basking in the sunlight:
"Young Master, is this... satisfactory?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan slowly withdrew his gaze from the scenery outside the city, picked up the piece of 'toilet paper' for a glance, and smiled:
"Of course, I hope your Sect will honor the agreement sincerely."
The Sect Master's face turned gloomy, he nodded slightly, then turned and asked:
"Now that the contract is signed, when will the Prime Minister's Mansion withdraw the troops?"
