Imprint Method: Great Summoning Technique

The calmer Wang Ye was, the more Maitreya sensed that something was wrong.

He warily glanced around. There was indeed nothing unusual, yet a faint unease began to stir within him.

Why?

Where exactly was this unease coming from?

"Master, how about we make a bet?"

Wang Ye suddenly looked at Maitreya and said teasingly, "I bet that within ten minutes, you'll obediently hand that cloth bag over to me and apologize."

Maitreya fell silent.

The next second, he turned and ran. He had no idea what Wang Ye was plotting, but it was obvious—

This guy definitely had something up his sleeve.

There was no problem with him running. As long as he truly put some distance between them, it would be impossible for Wang Ye to find him, no matter what!

He was not useless trash like Golden Cicada, who could not even handle a job properly.

Besides, with the bronze Buddha statue tucked away, even Maitreya was getting impatient. Once he returned, he needed to properly study how this thing worked.

However, recalling that when he had first met Golden Cicada, half the flesh on his body had been missing, Maitreya had already come to a realization.

"Imprint Method: Great Summoning Technique!"

Wang Ye calmly watched Maitreya's retreating back and spoke in a gloomy tone, the words absurdly cringeworthy.

As his voice fell, Wang Ye even put on a convincing show of forming several hand seals before finally slapping his palm against the ground.

Along with Wang Ye's unbearably flashy display, several strange-looking figures suddenly appeared in the distant sky.

For a moment, they did not even want to show themselves.

It just felt too embarrassing to come out after Wang Ye finished that pose.

"Maitreya, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

"Be good.