However, the contract did not fall on the soul of the swearer, but was held in the hands of the prophet.

Rather than being bound by an oath, he wanted to see what people's will would do.

Lifting the cane, the blood stains on it seeped into it without leaving any residue.

Looking at Jia Silin who was still kneeling on the spot, Ning Feng suddenly said:

"Speaking of which, why is it silver?"

ah?

Although she was a little surprised as to why the other party raised such a question at this time, Jia Silin still explained honestly:

"That's right, because today's great nobles claim to be descendants of the Golden Age, and each of them has golden blood flowing in their bodies."

"Although we small and medium-sized nobles are also nobles, we are humbler than them. We are the so-called silver descendants."

"Since we choose to resist, it is to avoid becoming the same people. We disdain their so-called golden bloodline."

"Since they call us Silver, we should be proud of our Silver bloodline!"

He held his head high proudly, proud of his silver.

"Last question, what is your family name?"

"Fela."

Lowering her head to Ning Feng, Jia Silin spoke respectfully:

"Jaslyn Fela, on behalf of the Silver Alliance, hereby pays high respect to the great prophet."
Chapter completed!