The crimson-robed middle-aged man knew very well that no cultivator wanted the Traction Plate tracking his whereabouts. He continued to reassure Xu Yi. "Besides, the drop of blood on the Traction Plate will serve for three years. After that, it will automatically become invalid. When the time comes, if Mr. Xu doesn't wish to remain as our merchant association's guest retainer, he can simply leave."
Xu Yi chuckled. "Brother Hong, what are you doing? I'm just itching to find a wealthy patron and earn a little food money. Why are you already trying to drive me away? Why should I be allowed to work for the Blazing Fire Merchant Association for only three years?"
In truth, once he understood that the Blazing Fire Merchant Association's method of control was the Traction Guide, Xu Yi felt completely at ease.
The Traction Guide could control other people, but it couldn't control Xu. Others tracked by the Traction Guide had nowhere to hide, but Xu was only a passing traveler in the Chaotic Star Sea. Once he returned to the Northern Sacred Court, why would he need to fear the Blazing Fire Merchant Association's pursuit?
The crimson-robed middle-aged man laughed heartily. "Brother Xu, what gall! Hong is impressed, truly impressed."
Once they had come to an agreement, the crimson-robed middle-aged man excused himself and stepped out. Half an hour later, he returned carrying a golden disc: the Traction Plate.
Following the crimson-robed middle-aged man's instructions, Xu Yi briskly dripped his blood onto it and completed the ritual.
The crimson-robed middle-aged man put away the Traction Plate, his face lighting up with delight. He casually tossed over a Sumeru Ring. "This is Brother Xu's payment."
Xu Yi caught it, dripped his blood onto it, and inspected its contents. His heart sank. "Why is there