At this moment, he didn't seem like an Old God, but just an old father, sincere and emotional, with a touch of melancholy, taking out a "document" and handing it over.
"As long as my daughter can survive, that's enough. This is a contract, you can control her fate. Whether she becomes your friend or concubine in the future, I can accept it. I am good at reading people and know that you have a pure heart and won't trouble her."
Qin Ming stepped back, not taking the contract.
"My young friend, can you really offer no help? Just take her with you." The Old God pleaded.
Behind him, in that Divine Country, a woman in white clothing walked gracefully, her violet hair glistening, cascading down her front and back, her skin fair, her face carrying a hint of sorrowful grace, looking at her old father, she seemed on the verge of tears.
Her appearance was stunning, though a Goddess, she was not aloof but rather had a feeling of fragility.
