The paper was as thin as a cicada's wing. One look was enough to tell it was no ordinary thing.
Ma Tianshou and Old Yan could both clearly feel the immense, mysterious power contained in that thin sheet of paper!
The brush had undergone special treatment by an Artisan Cultivator. Keeping the paper inside it concealed that aura.
Old Yan couldn't help saying, "This contract... even if someone from the Upper Three Streams signed it, they'd have to abide by it. They couldn't break it even in death!"
Ma Tianshou spread the contract on the table and lightly tapped it with a finger. "The biggest problem is this seal."
The contract was blank, but a red personal seal had already been stamped in one corner.
Though it was only a personal seal, it was equally famous. The moment Ma Tianshou and Old Yan saw it, they knew it belonged to that person in the Northern Capital!
For a while, neither dared to speak.
They'd gotten caught up in a great matter that reached all the way to the heavens!
After a moment, Ma Tianshou rolled up the contract, put it back inside the brush, and screwed the ivory end cap back on.
"Under no circumstances are you to reveal this to anyone!" Ma Tianshou warned gravely.
Old Yan nodded at once. "I'll take it to my grave!"
Ma Tianshou said no more.
Old Yan couldn't tell what Ma Tianshou was thinking, nor did he want to speculate.
In any case, Old Yan himself absolutely wanted no part of it.
Xu Yuan used a medicinal pill to treat himself, and his injuries slowly began to heal.
He didn't recognize most of the herbs collected from Wangxiang Village, but the medicinal pills he'd condensed from them were remarkably effective.
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