As one of the best players in the closed beta, a prominent figure, she naturally knew the preciousness of the Entry-level Spirit Water.
That's a treasure even Immortal Masters strive for.
Then she began to look over the contract.
She sighed.
What a troublesome matter.
The Scar-faced Ghost waiting outside was almost going crazy, his mind filled with wild thoughts.
He was alone, surviving the fire back in the day, and only later made friends in the Second World, helping him regain his composure.
But those people wanted to backstab him over that Magical Artifact, ha!
Unaware that it couldn't be taken from its rightful owner.
He gave a self-deprecating laugh, feeling a bit lost.
After years of squabbling, perhaps she was now his only friend, the one he cared about.
Simply because when he was unconscious back then, she didn't take his Magical Artifact, she saved him.
Finally, the door opened.
The scar-faced man let out a huge sigh, "Glad you're okay."
