"Help you undo the Soul Contract?" the White-Mist Figure exclaimed, a glint of gold flashing through his eyes as he barked in a deep voice brimming with anger. He paused and looked at the One-Horned Tiger-Lion Beast, seeming to hesitate, then suddenly cursed, "Hmph! Useless thing!" Seeing that the One-Horned Tiger-Lion Beast remained silent, he demanded, "What cultivation level is that cultivator? You actually couldn't beat him?"
"Yes!" The One-Horned Tiger-Lion Beast hurriedly answered without explaining what sort of cultivator Li Xiaoya was. He was now completely certain that this so-called Great Immortal Haocang was probably just a wisp of divided spirit left behind by the real Great Immortal Haocang. His cultivation and divine abilities were terribly weak; he might not even be able to handle a single beast himself, so there was naturally no need to fear him. Still, the White-Mist Figure had somehow brought him here without a sound, so he probably had quite a few tricks up his sleeve. He could not be careless... Perhaps... Thoughts flashed through the One-Horned Tiger-Lion Beast's mind like lightning. Seeing the unfriendly golden gleam in the White-Mist Figure's eyes, he hurriedly said, "Master! Quite a few outside cultivators have come in. How about I help you deal with them while you find a way to handle that cultivator?"
"Hmph! I have my own plans!" the White-Mist Figure said confidently. He paused, then suddenly added, "Right! The blood restriction on you should be gone. I need to apply it again..."
"Master! I have always been utterly loyal to you! Surely that can wait until we've dealt with those outside cultivators?" Before the White-Mist Figure could finish, the One-Horned Tiger-Lion Beast's expression changed, and he spoke in a deep voice. What a joke! He had finally escaped the fetters of Great Immortal Haocang's