Surrender

Gao Peng darted a few looks at the golden-robed apostle without saying anything. After a while, he ordered Xiao Cao to pull the man back from the brink of death.

Gradually, the golden-robed apostle's face regained its color. The bleeding at the corner of his mouth stopped, and he was now breathing more steadily.

The man was overjoyed. He had never felt this great. It was as if he had been given a new lease on life.

"I would like to study your familiar," said Gao Peng, squatting down beside him.

The golden-robed apostle paused for a moment, unsure if he had heard Gao Peng correctly. Then, he nodded furiously. "All right. It's all yours." He suddenly felt a pang of pain at the prospect of handing over his familiar to Gao Peng. However, as long as he was still alive, he could always turn the tables on those who had wronged him...

"I will also need you to break your Blood Contract with your familiar."

The golden-robed apostle blinked at him. What?