Pei Junhong nodded.
"Alright, it's possible!"
Dongfeng Qing approached the chessboard.
He placed a hand on Qin Qi's head, and halos flew out from Qin Qi's mind.
Soon, he squeezed the pale golden memory in his hand, and Qin Qi's memories scattered in the wind.
After dealing with Qin Qi, Dongfeng Qing's gaze fell on Wuyou Zi.
"Wuyou Zi, I offer you a chance. Serve Tianyong Mountain from now, and you can live. Otherwise, die!"
Dongfeng Qing's expression was stern.
He also developed a fondness for wealth regarding Wuyou Zi.
What Dongfeng Qing admired further was that this person was very passionate.
It's said that in these three thousand years, he only loved Pei Junhong, yet he never even held Pei Junhong's hand.
"Yes, Zuo Sect Master, I am willing to serve Tianyong Mountain."
Wuyou Zi fell to the ground with a thud.
Since even Pei Junhong had fallen into Tianyong Mountain's hands, what's the use of his struggle?
