Claiming a General

Seeing a heavenly screen pop up, Ester was shocked that Ryan was a cultivator.

But as she began to read, her mouth kept dropping further open.

"Wha-... What is this?!" Ester yelled.

"Y-You're the heavenly chosen who took a critical level oath!" Ester stammered, pointing at the screen. "How? Why?"

"It doesn't matter how or why anymore," Ryan said. "What matters is what you'll do now."

Turning her eyes on Ryan, Ester looked at him, truly looked.

As they gazed into each other's eyes, neither moved nor said anything. The only sound was the slight squeak of the chair legs as they scraped across the floor.

A moment later, the Frost General broke eye contact and let out a deep breath. "Okay, I'll trust you."

Feeling like he had just crossed a dangerous chasm, Ryan let out a breath that he didn't realize he had been holding.

"Good. Now we can begin discussing the payment for my cure," Ryan said, his smile never leaving his face.