A Stalemate

Duan Ling Tian smiled wryly. Then, he said solemnly, "Junior Uncle Tatoo, this might be a small matter to you, but it's important to me. The sect matters to my mother, therefore, it matters to me as well…"

"Alright," Tatoo said with a sigh, "Your mother is truly lucky to have a son like you. In any case, I'll help you with this matter, but there's no need to waste the promise I've given you on it…"

It was beneficial for Tatoo to have a connection with Duan Ling Tian, after all. If Duan Ling Tian used up the promise so quickly, he would lose all connections to Duan Ling Tian. He wanted to maintain a good relationship with the purple-clad young man in front of him. After all, the purple-clad young man was the only true disciple of Feng Qing Yang, the Heavenly Emperor of the Solitary Destructive Heaven!

"Thank you, Junior Uncle Tatoo." Duan Ling Tian hurriedly expressed his gratitude.