"This was called borrowing a chicken to lay eggs. That little god had calculated everything perfectly, but unfortunately, he had misjudged you!" Ye Mo sneered, a cold smile flickering across his lips.
Ye Xiwen looked at Ye Mo, waiting to hear what he had to say. Originally, he would never have agreed to such terms—willingly becoming another's subject. If he had spread the Demon Wings just now, he could have escaped before the two Celestial Realm experts reacted.
"That little god from who knew where was dreaming far too beautifully. If you were merely an ordinary person and became his divine envoy, you would receive much support from a god, but from then on, you would be enslaved by him for all eternity. Calling you a subordinate god might sound pleasant, but you would forever remain under his control! Of course, for ordinary people, becoming a subordinate god and thus gaining eternal life was itself an excellent thing. But you were different!" Ye Mo said.
"Then what did you mean?" Ye Xiwen asked.
"If I had not been here, once you agreed, that would inevitably have been the outcome. A so-called divine envoy was nothing more than a god's dog. At their peak, gods could have as many such envoys as they wished. Even fallen gods always had their methods. But he clearly had not expected me to be by your side. Just now, I obscured the heavenly secrets and erased the wisp of your Primordial Spirit attached to the contract. The contract was formed, but it could no longer affect you. So you might as well pretend to be under his control. There would be plenty of benefits for you later—borrow a chicken to lay eggs, borrow his fortune to raise your strength!" Ye Mo said with a sinister