The Spirit Contract was complete.
Qi Zisheng relaxed completely, as if he had just fulfilled a long-held mission.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Su!" he said with a respectful bow.
"Mm..."
Su Ye, lacking interest, lifted his teacup and took a small sip.
Qi Zisheng, ever perceptive, immediately excused himself.
"Shuhui, see Mr. Qi out..."
Su Ye leaned lazily against the jade chair, his gaze unfocused, as if staring off into the horizon.
Only after Qi Shuhui and Qi Zisheng's figures disappeared into the garden did Su Ye's gaze sharpen and glint.
"Greed..." he murmured.
'The saying "men die for wealth as birds die for food" isn't actually accurate.'
'At least, in the natural world, very few birds would try to get food when they know there's danger.'
'Those little critters are simply not smart enough to recognize danger.'
'In contrast, even when fully aware of the risks, humans will be tempted by greed to take a gamble...'
The Qi Family's current decision was exactly like that.
