"Mr. Lin, I'll ask just one question, will you exchange it or not?"
After finishing his words, Zhao Sheng stood as if he would leave the moment the answer was no.
The lame old man's face changed between shades of dark and light for a while before he finally gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word, "Exchange!"
Before the echo of his voice had faded, he immediately emphasized, "But you must swear an oath that the Corpse Control Technique and the Resurrection Skill can only be cultivated by you alone and not be disclosed to anyone else."
"Agreed," Zhao Sheng answered briskly.
Moments later, Zhao Sheng left the Charity Estate in high spirits, completely ignoring the gloomy expression on the lame old man's face behind him.
Three days later, in an Earth Fire Room of the Hundred Refinement Workshop, within the inner city of Pocket World City.