Chen Lin examined the young girl before him, a strange look flickering in his eyes.
She looked only fifteen or sixteen, with traces of childishness still lingering, yet he could not see through her cultivation. An invisible energy enveloped her entire body, dissolving both divine sense and mana the moment they touched it.
Needless to say, she must have possessed an extremely advanced concealment treasure. Anyone who could use such a treasure at her age must have had an extraordinary background.
Manager Huang had clearly noticed this as well, and his expression turned exceedingly grim.
If she were an ordinary cultivator, he could simply let the existence inside the scroll devour her along with Chen Lin later. She had come courting death of her own accord, after all. But if she were the descendant of some powerful expert, that would be troublesome.
People like her generally carried Tracking Magical Tools and had Soul Lamps. Some mighty experts could even use bloodlines to reconstruct the scene of their descendants' deaths. He dared not act rashly.
With that in mind, he addressed the girl in a grave voice. "Little girl, these spirit stones aren't so easily earned. I must warn you: this transaction carries a certain degree of danger, and you'll have to sign a spirit pact!"
At these words, the cultivators behind her who had been itching to volunteer all sat back down.
Danger aside, even if there were none, no one wanted to sign a spirit pact for two Top-Grade Spirit Stones.
Contracts involving the Heaven and Earth Rules were best avoided whenever possible. Cultivators were particularly averse to confidentiality pacts, since no one could remember everything forever. If, after enough time had passed, they accidentally revealed information restricted by the contract, disaster would come crashing down upon them.
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