"First, give me this sword skill. Once I learn it and become stronger, it'll benefit you too!" Song Jian's eyes shone brightly as he shouted.
"This..." Zhang Hong hesitated.
"We can sign a contract and have the system certify it!" Song Jian yelled.
It was obviously impossible for Zhang Hong to just hand over the sword skill, but Song Jian didn't trust Zhang Hong either. Just because he was a monk didn't mean he couldn't break his word.
With the system's certification and a signed contract, both of their interests would be guaranteed.
Zhang Hong hesitated for a moment before eventually gritting his teeth, nodding his head, and turning a little pale.
This was a golden-quality sword skill, which could be sold for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Doomsday Coins. It was impossible not to feel heartache giving it away so easily. Zhang Hong hadn't cultivated to the realm of "detachment from material possessions."
