Zhao Hai looked at the man from the heavenly demonic sect. He was rather impressed by him. This man could tell that Zhao Hai wouldn't turn him into a medicine slave, which was why he agreed without any hesitation. He could also tell that Zhao Hai wouldn't kill him easily, so he could at least live after becoming Zhao Hai's slave. He was much stronger than the dead people from the heavenly demonic sect. As long as he was a cultivator, he wouldn't want to die. Once he died, his body and Dao would disappear. Therefore, even if there was only a trace of life, they would fight for it. As long as they could live, many cultivators were willing to be slaves. In the eyes of these cultivators, being a slave was better than death.
Zhao Hai looked at the man from the heavenly demonic sect and said in a deep voice, " &Quot; alright, then close your eyes. I'm going to leave my mark on you. From today onwards, you're my slave. &Quot;
