Li Feng blinked at the quick acceptance.
Purple Death looked straight at him, her face still red, yet her voice steady and clear.
Then, without breaking eye contact, she slowly raised her right hand and held up two slender fingers.
"But under two more conditions."
Li Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.
He studied her flushed yet suddenly serious face for a moment.
Part of him wanted to refuse outright.... after all, she wasn't in a position to negotiate.
But after a brief pause, he decided to hear her out first.
"…What is it?" he asked calmly.
Purple Death's expression turned completely serious.
The earlier embarrassment still lingered on her cheeks, but her violet eyes were now sharp and focused.
She lowered one of her fingers, leaving only one raised.
"First condition..."
Her gaze shifted briefly past Li Feng before returning to him.
"I want to borrow that black puppet… for ten years."
The moment the words left her mouth, a quiet figure stepped up beside Li Feng.
