Black Mountain wore a guileless smile, but he was actually far from sure of himself.
He had enjoyed making those changes in his Sea of Consciousness, but he had no idea whether the thing actually worked.
What if that bloody light had only been a feint? What if Si Chen's aura had merely protected him for a moment? What if the contract was still in the other party's hands...
Then all his cheeky additions about "bringing delicious food every day" and "giving massages every day" would become his last wishes.
But he could not let his fear show.
He stole a glance at the lead cultivator, who was frowning with an expression that said, "Something isn't quite right."
The cultivators were still standing with their hands behind their backs, seemingly waiting for the scene where "the contract takes effect and the demonic beasts submit."
He lay on the ground, keeping his face pressed into the dirt as his mind raced.
He had to test it.
But he could not make the test too obvious.
If it did not work, he really would be a fucking idiot.
He stole a glance at Red Wind.
Red Wind was looking at him too. Clearly, Red Wind had just experienced the same thing he had.
Their eyes met, and the two beasts instantly exchanged a whole conversation:
You try?
You try!
You try!
You try!
In the end, it was still Black Mountain.
He took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at the lead cultivator.
"Um..."
The lead cultivator frowned. "Hm?"
Black Mountain scratched his head, looking utterly guileless. "I wanna ask something."
The cultivator froze for a moment, unable to process it.
This demonic beast... why was it asking questions now?
Normally, once the contract took effect, the demonic beast should