"Wait, wait, Brother Xu, there's no need to rush. Let me think, let me think. The Tu Family—the Tu Family's side. I'll swallow my pride and talk to them. We should be able to reach an agreement."
Zhang Jichao puffed out his cheeks as he spoke.
"The Tu Family? Which Tu Family? Brother Zhang, you're not pulling my leg, are you?"
Xu Yi rolled a gleaming silver ring between his fingers.
Zhang Jichao had an exceptionally keen eye. At a glance, he could tell the silver ring was no ordinary item; it radiated an immense, oppressive force.
Afraid the devil might decide to kill him, he hurriedly said, "If Brother Xu doesn't believe me, I can swear an oath."
Xu Yi smiled. "There's no need to go that far with an oath. I was only joking. Do you really think I wouldn't trust you, Brother Zhang?"
As he spoke, he swept his hand, and a faint shadow darted toward Zhang Jichao.
Zhang Jichao knew it had to be some kind of restriction Xu Yi had conjured. As he cursed the devil's cruelty in his mind, he could only let the shadow enter his body.
At that moment, faced with a choice between survival and resistance, he chose survival without the slightest hesitation.
Besides, as an Earth Immortal Third Realm expert, he was confident he could refine any restrictions Xu Yi placed inside him.
His gamble was that Xu Yi didn't know just how powerful an Immortal Infant expert could be at refining restrictions.
But the moment the restriction entered his body, Zhang Jichao felt his Immortal Infant become tightly bound. The damned restriction wrapped itself around his Immortal Infant, as if desperately suppressing its urge to devour it.
What in the world was this thing?
Zhang Jichao roared inwardly.
He