Stretch your neck and face the blade, retreat and it's still a blade.
The Corpse Spirit's neurotic behavior was really hard for Ning Fan to handle.
"Disturbing my emperor's rest before the hall is a crime worthy of execution and Nine Nether Soul Refinement."
After speaking these chilling words, the Corpse Spirit abruptly changed its tone, "But this time, I can make an exception and let you go."
Ning Fan snorted, "Should I be thanking you, then?"
Ning Fan had seen through such threats of both hard and soft tactics many times. The Corpse Spirit's actions were an insult to his intelligence.
The Corpse Spirit's brain seemed to be not working well, failing to detect the sarcasm, it rather solemnly said, "I am being merciful with my authority, no need to thank me."
Ning Fan sighed, "Alright. State your terms."
"The condition is that three years later, you must help my emperor unseal the seal."
"As expected."
Internally complaining, Ning Fan quickly agreed, "I agree."
