"I can become your servant, but there must be three principles agreed upon. First, you cannot force me into doing things I'm unwilling to do. Second, you must not take action against Prince Liu Mansion. Third, the duration of my servitude cannot exceed thirty years."
Mo Shang listed a series of demands one after another.
He probably hadn't fully grasped the current situation; otherwise, he wouldn't have confidently proposed so many conditions.
"Are you done?" Chu Feng asked with a cold sneer on his face.
"Yes!" Mo Shang, believing in his own strength and status, thought that offering to serve Chu Feng for thirty years would surely thrill him. He waited for Chu Feng to agree to all his terms, then provide the antidote.
To Mo Shang's surprise, Chu Feng turned to leave, not sparing him a glance.
Mo Shang became anxious, "Prince Chu Feng, do you think the conditions are too many? How about reducing one?"
Chu Feng still ignored him and walked even faster.
