The system asked me to conquer the high-cold Immortal Lord, but I mistakenly tied up his ferocious beast brother who had been sealed for ten thousand years.
I thought I was dead, but unexpectedly the ferocious beast obediently handed me the elixir: "Master, do you want the elixir? I just made it."
Until the Immortal Sect Competition, he lazily raised his hand to suppress the audience: "Who else makes my master unhappy?"
I trembled: "Um... Can the system allow returns?"
His eyes darkened, and he pushed me into the corner: "Return? It has been bound for ten thousand years and will not be returned or exchanged——"
