"Good!"
Watching the flustered Wan Tianming, the dark arts master had nothing more to say. "Since you've made up your mind, I can contact a few Grandmaster-level experts for you and see what it would cost to enlist their services."
"However, your most urgent task is to prepare a two-hundred-year-old Spiritual Medicine so that I can become a Grandmaster first."
"Otherwise, even if you manage to hire a Grandmaster, you still won't be able to kill that eunuch dog!"
"Don't worry about that. If worse comes to worst, I'll sneak into the Family Treasure Vault and steal the two-hundred-year-old Spiritual Medicine for you," Wan Tianming said, gritting his teeth. "Even if my grandfather and father find out, they shouldn't punish me once they know I've secured the service of a Grandmaster like you."
"But to be safe, you'll need to sign this Soul Contract."
