The Xirang held its head high, wrinkled its nose, and added, "If you're willing to form a contract, we can help each other. We might even be able to achieve ascension in broad daylight!"
"If you're not willing, then forget it. Plenty of people want to form a contract with me!"
As an Innate Spiritual Object, it possessed inherited memories from birth. It was well aware of how precious it was—its appearance in the world would incite a mad scramble.
'It was a hot commodity!'
The moment the Xirang finished speaking, the temperature in the cave plummeted even further. Bai Yang's face darkened as he glared at the Xirang, wishing he could shut its mouth.
'This is his Master! How could he allow a mere Spiritual Object to underestimate her?'
Beside him, Song Wanning's expression was also complicated. Although she had expected this, actually experiencing it still sparked a flicker of anger within her.
