After several hundred or thousand years, it will still be returned.
The ancient tree seemed to see through Han Xing's thoughts and laughed, "Young friend, the holy artifact is crucial to my race, and we must not lose it. I ask you to sign a contract with me."
"After this mission, please make sure to return the holy artifact to us!"
The smile on Han Xing's face instantly froze.
He hadn't expected this ancient tree to be so unyielding, even resorting to a contract to bind him.
At this moment, he gave Cheng Jianyong a look.
Cheng Jianyong instantly understood.
"Damn, you old coot. Not only are you dragging your feet when lending something, but you also want us to sign a contract!"
"Are you really afraid we'll run away?"
"Damn it, why are we going to deal with the God of Tricks?"
"Isn't it to help you break free from this half-dead state?"
"Without us, where would you find someone to help you fight a divine spirit?"
"You ungrateful old coot!"
