"Little guy, the Holy Light Prison can only be maintained for a year, after which it automatically dissipates. I reckon you won't need a year to gain the strength to suppress these ghosts and establish the contract, right?"
Using Wokou's stuff to fetch a good price—this profit without investment made the old man feel refreshed, so he couldn't help but offer a reminder.
"Senior, rest assured, it won't take a year."
Zi Liyuan still had that self-confidence; in fact, he even thought that he didn't even need half a year to suppress the five ghosts and complete their enslavement contract.
"As expected of the national college entrance examination top scorer, now just enjoy this journey ahead."
The little old man nodded in satisfaction, then vanished in a flash.
"This senior really knows how to be generous with other people's money," Fan Yuer muttered, but her eyes were glued to Lao Tie, especially the eight spikes protruding from his back.