With a 'snap,' Yin-Yang flicked his fingers in front of Lin Qi.
Lin Qi's body swayed, then his pupils suddenly contracted. A shrewd, icy gleam flashed through his eyes. He staggered several steps back and let out a low, 'panicked' roar. "What did you do to me? You, you, you used evil magic to control my soul? You, you, you're an evil soul mage? You'll be sent to the stake! You..."
Yin-Yang pursed his lips in a smug smile, then lightly placed a hand as cold as ice on Lin Qi's shoulder.
"Mr. Wood Jule, I believe we can begin our formal cooperation now! Yes, we wanted to capture Lin Qi, but that does not mean we will sit by and let outsiders make use of us!"
With a deep sigh, Yin-Yang gave Lin Qi's shoulder a hard squeeze. "Especially when, while being used, we voluntarily paid out a vast quantity of gold coins! Whenever I think of those great figures behind you wildly laughing at our foolishness as they happily count the gold we offered up, my heart aches in waves!"
Lin Qi stood with his mouth agape, staring blankly at Yin-Yang.
Only after a long while did Lin Qi give a bitter smile. "But, honored sir, what do you want me to do?"
Yin-Yang smiled warmly and gently shook his head. "I do not need you to actively do anything. I only need you to tell me every scrap of intelligence you obtain. That will be enough!"
Lin Qi opened his mouth, then finally lowered his head helplessly. Yin-Yang looked at the dejected Lin Qi with satisfaction and said unhurriedly, "Rest assured, I will give you sufficient compensation—enough to ensure that you and your descendants want for neither food nor clothing, enough for you to live a respectable