"Life-saving Token?"
"We are exiles, and even if there is a truce, our days in Wuheng will surely be fraught with difficulties. I hope the General can give me this Life-saving Token, which will allow me to freely travel between Wuheng and the small town for business, to earn a meager income and sustain my clan members' lives."
Baal laughed: "What you seek is merely a passage document? That's all? If you wish to live better, why not ask me for real gold and silver directly?"
"Mountains of gold and silver will eventually be depleted, but as long as someone walks on a road, it will always remain a road."
These words enlightened Baal, and he looked at the woman with increased admiration.
Immediately, he drew a knife and sliced his palm: "Then I shall take a blood oath."
The elder aunt clicked her tongue and waved her hands: "Let's not make a blood oath!! It's fine to have a written contract."
