Lin Ye took it.
The folder's cover was crimson, its material fine and smooth to the touch.
Beneath the Firewood Martial Hall's emblem—a crowd feeding a pyre to make the flames rise—were eight masterful, gold-foiled words.
The pyre never dies, a lone flame shines eternal!
Lin Ye began to read.
Reading through it all, even with his calm and steady nature, he couldn't help but feel a stir of emotion.
It wasn't because of any harsh, overbearing clauses.
Quite the opposite. The contract's restrictions on him were so lenient they were almost absurd.
First, the contract had no fixed term.
He could choose to unilaterally terminate it at any time, without any penalty whatsoever.
Second, the very first article clearly stated that during his four years at Martial University after signing, the Firewood Martial Hall would not compel him to complete any missions, nor would it interfere with any of his personal choices at the university.
