The Sun Family had no cowards.
With the scroll in hand, Sun Tian hurried straight back to Shencheng without stopping.
This weighty contract scroll had probably been hidden away in the Sun Family for three hundred years.
And last night, he had already met the other party to that agreement.
Sun Tian's feelings were complicated.
Every sign suggested that the party who had made the agreement with the Sun Family was probably no ordinary person.
Strictly speaking, Sun Tian was no ordinary person either, given his current standing. But this was not about exceptional wealth or status. It was about people who truly transcended the mundane.
The words on his computer might have been the work of a hacker, but neither the inscrutable Black-Robed Man nor the miraculous scroll beside him could be explained by ordinary means.
Judging from what the Black-Robed Man had said before leaving, they did not seem particularly evil.
The sentence that had appeared on his computer suggested that the Sun Family had owed them something three hundred years ago.
In all fairness, Sun Tian was no villain. But if anyone dared refuse to repay a debt to him, fine-they would learn just how terrifying the retaliation of someone who had built a fortune could be.
Yet the mysterious man in charge had brushed aside a centuries-old debt with a few casual words.
He recalled the other mysterious figure calling him "Mentor."
Sun Tian could think of only two possibilities for that title. One was the kind used by ordinary university or graduate students, while the other...
All sorts of mysterious scenarios kept playing through his mind.
*Who exactly are they? What agreement did the Sun Family's ancestors make with them three hundred years ago? Why have they come looking for us now? Why did they