We looked down; there was a piece of paper with all the terms and conditions.
Any tomb or treasure that we raid from now on, we would have to contribute twenty percent of the earnings to the sect.
In return, we could request assistance when we need it, as a reward for contributing to the sect's coffers.
"You are a smart man; I think you can make the correct decision," the voice boomed again.
"I agree." Wasting no time, I replied.
There's no other choice for us, with the Four Happiness sect and Six Iron Doors breathing down our necks; having protection from an opposing sect was a no-brainer.
Amy Lee also nodded her head; she needed the medicine and acupuncture help from Master Zhang.
The only one left was Bobby.
Bobby stared at me; wanting him to part with his money was hard.
Not over his dead body, they say.
But if he doesn't agree, soon he will really become a dead body.
