And so, Oscar believed the young woman before him. She really was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
After a long pause, Oscar said, "Your father, Mr. Ning Fengzhi, is an idol to all of us support system Soul Masters!"
"To come to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect today at the invitation of your members is truly an honor for a humble Soul Master like me."
Oscar already had a guess as to how he had ended up here. Most likely, a high-ranking Soul Master from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had knocked him unconscious and carried him back over a great distance.
Anyone capable of that had to be at least a Soul Douluo. Perhaps even a Titled Douluo had personally taken action.
Naturally, his words were meant to establish that he had come at the sect's invitation to meet his idol, Ning Fengzhi. Being knocked unconscious? Nothing of the sort had happened.
Ning Rongrong couldn't help laughing when she heard this. "You're rather quick-witted. In that case, let's lay our cards on the table!"
"Hua Yu, give Oscar that contract to read."
Ning Rongrong pointed her slender, pale fingers at the blue sheet of paper on the table ahead. Naturally, it had been made from Tang San's fellow clansmen-blue silver grass.
The other maid, named Hua Yu, stepped forward and picked up the contract. She jogged over to Oscar and handed it to him.
"Thank you, miss."
Oscar took the blue sheet from Hua Yu, gratitude practically spilling from his alluring eyes.
Unfortunately, Oscar hadn't shaved his beard yet and looked like a sleazy middle-aged man. His attempt to charm her with his gaze fell flat; instead, Hua Yu kicked him.
"Hiss!!!"
Oscar sucked in a sharp breath and began reading the