Priest Jin Mingjun's index finger still tingled as he lifted it with a tremble.
He looked at the contract paper with his signature drawn in his own blood, now somewhat twisted and deformed.
Priest Jin Mingjun had the eerie feeling that he had sold himself.
At this moment, he remembered the memory of the first time he had seen the Ghostly God in the dungeons of Nepal.
That memory forced him to believe he had made a grave mistake, bringing a terrifying foreign Ghostly God back to his homeland.
Jin Mingjun took a quiet glance at Sect Hierarch Li Yongxiu, who was also trembling incessantly.
Somehow, he felt a sense of relief in his heart: at least it wasn't just the two of them—the leader of their sect was also a slave to the Ghostly God, just like himself.
Somehow, discovering that someone of a higher status had the same fate as himself, Jin Mingjun even felt a hint of schadenfreude.
