"Then swear it to your Blood-Soul Tower."
Bamboo Sir stared at Li Qingxian. After a moment, he swore an oath to the Blood-Soul Tower.
Li Qingxian sensed the changes in the Blood-Soul Tower within his Fate Mansion, nodded, and said, "The contract is complete."
Bamboo Sir rose and bowed deeply to Li Qingxian with cupped hands.
"I will remember your great kindness to the depths of my heart. Should I avenge this great enmity one day, in my next life I will repay you even by tying grass knots and carrying rings in my beak." Bamboo Sir spoke solemnly.
"I know they were exterminated by the Devil Sect, but I want to know why they died. Once I know the full course of events, I will return the Blood-Soul Tower to you," Li Qingxian said.
Bamboo Sir fell silent for a moment. "Because they feared Grace-Killing. Back then..."
In the shop's main hall, the shopkeeper looked at the customer who had entered and smiled. "Our shop has closed and is no longer receiving customers. I hope you will forgive us, sir."
The customer smiled. "I'm looking for a friend. His name is Li Qingxian, and his nickname is the Jade Cup Youth. He just entered the shop. Why can't I see him?"
The shopkeeper continued smiling. "My apologies. That gentleman was a friend of the owner. As for his name, I do not know it. The shop is about to close, so I hope you will forgive us, sir."
As he spoke, the shopkeeper walked to the entrance, picked up a door panel, and prepared to close up.
The customer said, "I'm a friend of your owner's friend. I'll wait here."
The customer looked around, sweeping his gaze over the doors on both sides of the hall.
The shopkeeper frowned,