Chu Mo glanced at the Rooster and asked, "Since you come from such an advanced place like Heavenly Realm, you should know some secret arts, right?"
"What secret arts?" The rooster looked at Chu Mo with a hint of unpleasantness.
"For instance, something like... soul contract," Chu Mo babbled. In truth, he didn't even know if a soul contract existed. After all, many old legends mention such a concept. Whether it stemmed from the imagination of scholars, only the heavens would know.
"Dream on!" The rooster reacted angrily, jumping up and down. "I knew you were up to no good! Soul contract... pah! Don't even think about it!"
"So there is?" Chu Mo immediately brightened up, looking at the rooster. "Then what should we do?"
"I, Sir Rooster, can assure you that I won't harm you! I swear it on my reputation!" The rooster said, looking at Chu Mo earnestly.
"You have a reputation?" Chu Mo expressed his doubt.