Third Angel

White Heaven was still in a blur. After hearing what Li Xiandao said and looking at the contract, he didn't even use a pen. He directly used the blood on his hand to leave his imprint on the contract.

Then, he fainted.

Li Xiandao looked at the palm stain on the contract and asked, "Does this count?"

Seven nodded, "Yes. He was the one who chose to do so and we didn't force him to do so."

"That's good. Go bring the Fallen Angel's primordial divinity over and I will save him." Li Xiandao instructed.

Seven nodded. She kept the contract and went to collect the primordial divinity right away.

Li Xiandao lifted White Heaven up and placed him on the table. When he saw the blood on his body, he frowned.

This young man was so tragic; he had his talent removed from his body.

Whenever Li Xiandao took someone's talent, it didn't hurt at all and it just felt like a dream.