North Street, pawnshop.
The black flag in front of the shop snapped in the cold, gloomy morning wind.
As if beckoning customers inside.
Just as it had when Luo Qingchen first saw it.
The pale-faced woman was still sitting inside the shop.
The moment Luo Qingchen walked in, the woman recognized him.
She took the contract that had been prepared long ago from behind the counter and said coldly, "A month has passed. I thought you weren't planning to come back. After today, I was going to send someone to look for you. So, will you pay nine hundred taels of silver to redeem your soul, or prick your finger and make an Identity Token, giving up your soul?"
"I don't have the silver yet. Could you give me a little more time?"
The woman didn't answer. She simply took out a jade token from behind the counter and placed it on top. "Prick your finger. After today, your soul will officially belong to us. If we need it, we can take it back whenever we want."
If we need it, we can take it back whenever they want?
That wasn't what they'd said before.
Luo Qingchen naturally had no intention of pricking his finger and giving up his soul. He took the black wooden token from his waist and placed it on the counter. "I'm an official disciple of the sect now. Could you make an exception for me? Or is there some other arrangement?"
The woman froze. She picked up the black wooden token and examined it closely, then looked up at him in disbelief. "You're a Blood Medicine from here? And you've already broken through to the Blood Changing Realm?"
Luo Qingchen nodded. "Yes."
The woman's expression shifted several times as she stared at him. She put