The Flame Demon's Submission

"Master, please accept this old servant's bow!"

With a thump, the Flame Demon lowered his head without hesitation and prostrated himself at Ye Kang's feet.

What choice did he have? His cultivation had been crippled, leaving him with only Spirit Transformation strength. It would probably take a long, long time of hard cultivation to return to his peak.

If he stayed here in this condition, within a few years he would be unable to withstand the chains' suppression and would be drained of his source and die.

As for that brat opposite him, he might be a bastard, but at least he possessed a heavenly flame. He ought to have some fortune and means, so taking him as his master wasn't too bad a deal.

Most importantly, he had truly been imprisoned for far too long. These sunless days were driving him mad. He wouldn't let even the slightest chance at freedom slip past him.

Ye Kang hadn't expected this fellow to have so little self-respect. He'd submitted far too readily.

No wonder the system had only rewarded him with 300,000 Comprehension. Looking at it now, even that was too much.

He said helplessly, "Just saying it doesn't count as submission. What if you turn on me? I'd be taking a loss."

At his words, the Flame Demon gritted his teeth and slapped his chest. A drop of Heart Blood welled up and gathered in front of Ye Kang.

"This is my Flame Demon Blood. It's equivalent to my life. Once you refine it, my life and death will be in your hands."

"Oh?"

Ye Kang wrapped the Flame Demon Blood in his true energy, probed it with his divine sense, and refined it in an instant.

He immediately sensed an intangible connection between his Primordial Spirit and the Flame