"…My soul…?"
"Yes," Knox said. "In exchange for you regaining the ability to cultivate, I only want one thing. You."
"Me…?" Rayzer muttered, his eyes falling on Knox's lower half. "Even if I'm never to experience the act of Cultivation again, I adamantly refuse to—"
"Hey, you f*cking old bastard," Knox shouted as he kicked Rayzer in the rear. "Stop thinking such defamatory nonsense! I only like older women! Older w-o-m-e-n! Are you a goddamn woman!?"
Silence…
"I could be for the Pill—"
*Wham!*
"Shut the f*ck up, dumbass!" Knox snapped as veins throbbed across his face. "I want you to be my subordinate, that's all! Stop making it seem like I want an old shit like yourself, tsk! Just say you'll do it and sign this blood contract. Speak another strange thing and I'll put my foot so far up your ass, you'll really begin believing that you're gay."
