"Where did all this nonsense come from?!"
"Sign it or die!"
Ling Pengyun had already been feeling stifled. Hearing such words from Mo Ye Old Flood Dragon, who had been reduced to a homeless cur, made his fury surge, and he cursed outright.
Mo Ye Old Flood Dragon had originally wanted to further persuade that rare Golden Core Middle Stage Frosty Spirit Tree to follow it back to Black Flood Dragon Lake. Yet upon hearing Ling Pengyun's threatening words and sensing the killing intent that had locked onto it, its body immediately shuddered.
It did not dare utter another word of nonsense.
It even promptly cast several defensive spells around itself, lest Ling Pengyun truly make a move.
Then, seeing that Ling Pengyun made no further movements and merely continued to watch it coldly, it grew even more uneasy. It did not dare delay and hurriedly accepted the Soul Contract Ling Pengyun handed over, beginning to read it.
The contents of the contract were roughly that it was not permitted to take revenge against the Ling Clan by any means in the future, nor was it permitted to reveal the Ling Clan's strength.
These demands were not harsh. Moreover, with its life currently in danger, it had no choice but to comply.
At once, it sent a thread of divine sense into the Soul Contract.
The contract then transformed into a blood-red mark that flew into Mo Ye Old Water Flood Dragon's Sea of Consciousness.
If Mo Ye Old Flood Dragon violated the terms of the contract in the future, that mark would shatter its Sea of Consciousness.
It then said softly,
"Ling Daoyou, everything earlier was a misunderstanding. I was merely spouting nonsense. I have signed this contract—may I leave now?"
Ling Pengyun looked coldly at Mo Ye Old