"Honor your promise. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Su Mo looked at Fana and spoke indifferently.
"I...!"
Fana was left speechless. Actually handing over the Primordial Void Mother Qi Cauldron—how could that be possible?
It was a divine artifact that protected his life, and also an important part of his strength.
But if he broke his word, what were his chances of successfully escaping?
As he pondered inwardly, Meng Zhe beside him tugged at his sleeve.
Fana turned his head to look.
"Senior Brother Fana, there is no harm in pretending to honor the promise for now. He has to return to the Primordial Divine Mountain eventually, right? Once we return there, we can turn hostile again!"
Meng Zhe transmitted his voice.
Su Mo was powerful now, invincible even. Why did he have to butt heads with him?
Give him the cauldron!
Pledge allegiance to him verbally!
None of that mattered!
Once they returned to the Primordial Divine Mountain, they could easily reclaim everything. He had a master behind him.
Su Mo, on the other hand, was all alone.
"Haha, Brother Su, I was merely shocked that your cultivation had advanced so quickly!"
Fana chuckled lightly. "My word carries the weight of nine tripods. Since I said it, naturally I will honor it. The cauldron is yours now. From this day onward, I, Fana, am your follower!"
With that, Fana gave a light wave of his hand. The massive cauldron instantly shrank and shot toward Su Mo.
"I have already erased my divine soul imprint. Brother Su, once you leave your divine soul imprint on it, you can use it directly!"
"Oh?"
Su Mo was slightly surprised. Such an important treasure, and the other party was actually giving it to him?
Taking the small cauldron, Su Mo examined