Ye Hanjun raised his eyebrows, visibly intrigued.
Seeing his fearlessness, the elder was used to it, and reminded him once more:
"Young man, I advise you to be realistic, staking your future on a gamble is rather pointless."
"The last time someone made a contract with a Fond Spirit here was probably eight years ago."
"But not long after, I heard that he met his end under the claws of the Fond Spirit, his body mutilated to the extent where it was impossible to piece back together."
The elder sighed heavily and took a step back, his expressions fading, gradually merging with shadows:
"Go ahead, take a tour and leave early."
"The Fond Spirits here need rest, do not disturb them, remember."
Ye Hanjun nodded, it was unclear if he was listening or not.
With a surging curiosity, he carried on.
To him, the dark and profound corridor was as bright as daylight, offering no concealment from his senses.
"Whoosh--"
