"But there is one thing I cannot guarantee. I have been imprisoned here for more than five hundred years.
"I am not sure whether the place I knew back then is still inhabited by the blood clan."
Hearing the man's words, Xu Zimo pondered for a moment before saying, "You only need to lead the way. Whether they are there or not, I will judge for myself."
"One more thing—if I do not sign the Good and Evil Clause, can you take me out of here?" the man asked skeptically.
"If he refuses, then beat him until he agrees," Xu Zimo said calmly.
The blood clan man was slightly stunned. Only after a long while did he say, "My name is Ye Feiyang."
Xu Zimo nodded slightly and looked at the mist outside the cage.
The white fog slowly began to disperse, and Old Sir's figure appeared here once more.
"How was it?" he asked Xu Zimo with a smile.
"He agreed," Xu Zimo nodded.
"You truly did not disappoint me," the old gentleman said with a chuckle.
With a wave of his right hand, endless spiritual energy gathered all around them.
A huge tear split open in the vast white void. In an instant, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning raged, accompanied by flashes and rolling thunder, as a sheet of paper fluttered down.
The paper carried a vast, ancient majesty and looked exceedingly old.
Holding the paper in his hand, the old gentleman smiled at Xu Zimo and the other man. "You represent good and evil respectively. You only need to sign your names."
"You may not have understood what I meant," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head slightly.
"Perhaps I truly must apologize, but I am going to disappoint you."
"What do you mean?" the old gentleman asked