"Chengcheng, something seems a bit off with little Mengmeng," Qu Tan'er said with concern.
"It... its rank has fallen. It seems to have regressed to the First Rank, and it is extremely weak," Mo Liancheng's expression was deeply furrowed as he observed little Mengmeng in Qu Tan'er's palm, his eyes showing surprise, shock, some sadness, and complexity. Faintly, it seemed like he guessed a bit of the reason...
Elder Zhan was shocked, his expression complex, "Master, this... is a Demon Clan contract?"
"What do you mean?" Mo Liancheng asked in confusion, "I don't know much about these contracts. Elder Zhan, tell me what you know."
