Forming a Blood Contract

"I'm someone who can help you."

Chu Yao's smile disappeared. Across the dining table in the dining hall, he was surrounded by a mist that Feng Zhi could not see through.

"You need the Philosopher's Stone to cultivate the god of destruction bloodline, but its whereabouts are extremely difficult to find!"

"I can help you get the Philosopher's Stone directly so that you don't have to go through all the trouble and hassle in the middle to cultivate directly!"

Chu Yao's tempting proposal made Feng Zhi's heart waver, but she remained vigilant.

The Philosopher's Stone was something that all the cultivators on the continent wanted!

"Why are you willing to hand it over to me?"

She admitted that she was not familiar with Chu Yao to such an extent. He had helped her solve her crisis time and time again!

"Of course, I'm not a philanthropist. I just want to make a deal with you!"