"What else can I do after signing the Heaven and Earth Contract? Can I just snatch it back?" Pang Dezong was fuming with nowhere to vent, uncharacteristically pulling a long face in front of Zhao Sinin.
If the Heaven and Earth Contract hadn't been signed, he could have found some excuse to back out. But no, in his haste, fearing that Mu Hanyan might change her mind, he rushed to sign it first. Pang Dezong deeply experienced the pain of shooting himself in the foot, and it was no small pebble—a giant stone, indeed. The agony was suffocating...
"But that's the relic left by the Elder Ancestor," Zhao Sinin, accustomed to Pang's usually pleasant demeanor, was taken aback seeing him enraged for the first time, and spoke cautiously.
"Nonsense, of course I know it's the Master's relic. If you know, wouldn't I know as well? Do I really need your reminder?" Pang Dezong became even more resentful when reminded of that.
