Shi Yue rolled his eyes and said with a frown, "What, did you think I was joking? If you won't cooperate, I'll send you on your way. It's that simple."
"Wait! As long as you don't kill me, I'm willing to sign a Demonic Soul Contract with you." The ghostly face grew frantic. It had been trapped in that place for so long that it could no longer keep track of how many years had passed. At least tens of thousands, surely. It had finally escaped, only to die before it had enjoyed even a few peaceful days. What a miserable end.
"A Demonic Soul Contract? Were you a member of the Devil Race in life?" Xiaoyaozi's expression turned grave.
The Demonic Soul Contract was a secret art that only the Devil Race could perform. Once the art was used, the Devil Race member had to obey the other party's commands, becoming something like a spirit beast.
"Obviously! You must have heard of my great name, Shadowless Saint Ancestor! Heh, if you send me back to the Devil Race, you'll certainly be rewarded. For starters, if you're unable to break through for a long time and your life spans are nearly over, I can help you extend them through True Demon Body Infusion. The members of our Devil Race live far longer than cultivators or demon beasts." The ghostly face smiled smugly.
"Shadowless Saint Ancestor!" Shi Yue furrowed his brow. He had never heard of any Shadowless Saint Ancestor.
"Have you been trapped so long that you've gone senile? The Devil Race disappeared ages ago, and you're still talking about it," Xiaoyaozi sneered.
The ghostly face's expression changed drastically. It said in disbelief, "What? The Devil Race is gone? Who are you trying to fool?"
"You don't even know how