Master?

Master Yong was utterly bewildered now. He had clearly felt himself fall under Ye Han's control, so why had he suddenly sensed his master's powerful aura?

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the Purple Cauldron before him and grew even more confused...

Just then.

A powerful, suffocating aura of will emanated from the Purple Cauldron Replica. "I sensed that thing's aura. This Purple Cauldron has reacted!"

Master Yong looked at the Purple Cauldron and tried to speak, only to discover that his spell power was completely sealed. His throat seemed sealed as well. He could not move, nor utter anything he wanted to say...

This is bad!

My body, my spell power! What's happening...?

Master Yong's expression suddenly changed drastically. He realized how dire his situation was: not only could he not mobilize his spell power, he could not even move a finger. Every trace of his aura had been sealed tight.

That's right! The thing Master wanted me to find is on Ye Han! It's on that damned Ye Han!

I have to tell Master!

Master Yong finally understood. When he had acquired this precious Purple Cauldron, it had conveyed his master's terrifying will, ordering him to find another precious Purple Cauldron...

After seeing Ye Han's Purple Cauldron, the gulf in power between the two had become immediately obvious. Compared with Ye Han's, his own Purple Cauldron was not worth a single copper...

Of course he knew now that the thing his master wanted him to find was the one Ye Han possessed...

Yet now he could not speak or even move a finger. He could only watch and listen helplessly...

What in the hell is going on? What exactly did that bastard Ye Han do to me?

Seemingly receiving no answer from Master Yong, the being