"I have plenty of ways to control people. Drop your guard, and I'll use one right now. Everything we said before was empty talk without proof. If you truly want me to trust you, prove it with your actions," Fan Lang said bluntly.
"All right. Things have come to this, so I can only let you have your way with me. You have to be gentle, though." Mandala still wore an innocent, carefree expression. She completely dropped all her defenses before Fan Lang, spread her arms, and closed her eyes.
Fan Lang did not hold back. He immediately used a control technique, first probing carefully as he injected his consciousness into Mandala's sea of consciousness. The little girl even cooperatively let out a moan. It was completely unnecessary.
Fan Lang had not been lying earlier. He possessed countless control-type skills, and he could combine them to create layer upon layer of shackles.
His consciousness began conquering territory, steadily overcoming Mandala's will. Throughout the process, he remained on guard against her playing tricks.
Under such circumstances, it would have been perfectly normal for Mandala to resort to schemes. If she had cooperated completely, that would have been abnormal instead.
Yet the result proved that Mandala was just that abnormal. She offered no resistance and did nothing else, simply allowing Fan Lang to manipulate her.
After some time, Fan Lang's consciousness became like a vast net, enveloping Mandala's entire sea of consciousness.
Next came an even deeper level of control. He even planted restrictions within Mandala's sea of consciousness. Should she harbor disloyal thoughts or commit an act of betrayal, they would forcibly compel her to commit suicide.
Fan Lang was ruthless. He was not deceived by Mandala's appearance and treated her as an enemy.
After the whole "package," Mandala had completely