He closed his eyes and frantically searched his mind for a way to bind Mang Dabiao completely, so it could never harbor disloyal thoughts again.
Just like the two Eerie sealed within the Two-Yang God-Sealing Banner: a mere thought from him could scatter those two primary souls into oblivion.
Originally, he had held out only a one-in-ten-million hope of finding a method in the cultivation text he had memorized, barely two hundred words long. He had never expected to actually find one!
There were far too many obscure, incomprehensible passages in that text.
Only when he encountered the corresponding circumstances could he grasp them by association. This was probably what people called a fated opportunity.
Following the text's instructions, Yang Yong bit his fingertip and drew a strange pattern on his palm.
At first glance, the pattern resembled the eight trigrams; at a second, it resembled the yin-yang symbol. In the blink of an eye, it became a round heaven above a square earth.
It changed constantly.
Even Yang Yong, who had drawn it himself, forgot what he had originally drawn amid its overlapping transformations.
He looked up at Mang Dabiao and said coldly,
"Whether you're telling the truth or not, if you want to be my underling, accept this mark."
Mang Dabiao fell silent.
The air inside the cab seemed to freeze.
About ten minutes passed.
Just as Yang Yong thought it would give up, or even lash out in resistance,
it suddenly turned its head, a trace of all-or-nothing resolve in its eyes. "Do it."
Yang Yong hesitated no longer. He raised his hand and pressed his palm against Mang Dabiao's forehead.
At that moment, the pattern on his palm transformed into a heavenly palace.
For a fleeting moment, Yang Yong seemed to see a scene...
An old