"One hundred seventeen years and four months."
Lady Allen replied coldly, "Ever since you took away the Dark Sun promotion that was rightfully mine."
Valen shook his head, "You know it wasn't theft; it was the result of fair competition."
"Fair?" Lady Allen let out a cold laugh:
"If I were willing to sign that Soul Contract like you, binding my life to the chariot of the Crystal Tower, do you think I would have lost to you?"
The magic power in the air grew more tense, and the atmosphere between them was like a volcano about to erupt.
"It's a responsibility every Promoter must bear, Allen."
Valen sighed, "Even after all these years, you're still so stubborn. The Crystal Tower raised us, provided us with resources and knowledge, and we are naturally expected to repay it."
"Repay?" A hint of ridicule flashed in Lady Allen's eyes:
