143 Old Priest Signs

Li Xiandao and Seven admired the scenery for a while before they walked into the Trading Hall.

The old monk looked intently at the contract and didn't move for a long time.

Li Xiandao sat in his seat and looked at him. "What do you think?"

The old monk looked at Li Xiandao solemnly and said, "If I sell 20 years to you, will you send me around to kill others?"

Li Xiandao looked at him with a weird expression. A cultivator was actually so afraid of killing people?

"To date, the number of people I have killed can be counted on less than two hands. Unless they are unpardonable, I will not kill them. I will find it very difficult to kill other people if you ask." The old monk said. 

Shocked, Li Xiandao asked, "There is only one word in the journey of cultivation: fight!"

"If you didn't kill anyone, then how did you reach such a stage?" Li Xiandao was really interested.