"Mr. Huan, I'm speaking the truth, and right now, Brother Ding can brand my soul," Lao Liu wrote, anxious that Ding Huan wouldn't believe him, taking the initiative to offer.
His emotions were a mix of excitement and apprehension, alternating between 'Big Brother' and 'Mr. Huan,' in case Ding Huan refused.
"Considering your sincerity, I'll trust you for now," Ding Huan felt that if Lao Liu handed over his soul mark, it wouldn't be impossible to help him.
From what he remembered about soul branding, once engraved, betrayal was absolutely out of the question.
Because betrayal meant he could cause his betrayer to die.
"Then let me give you my soul branding now." Lao Liu's written words fully expressed what real urgency was.
Ding Huan waved his hand dismissively, "No need right now, we'll talk when we get back to Luoh River City."
"Mr. Huan, why wait so long? Does that mean I can't cultivate?" Lao Liu panicked, his handwriting becoming crooked and disjointed.
