This silver light was so strange that he had never seen it before. However, at the same time, there was an additional connection between him and the bull in his spiritual sea. Even if Yuan Ye was a fool, he knew at this moment that this holy beast had really become his contracted magical beast.
A wave of ecstasy surged in his heart. Yuan He looked at Beiting Huang, who was halfway up the mountain with Mu Qingling. She was too far away for him to see her cold face. The youth's figure had also turned into a small black dot. However, in Yuan He's heart, the black-robed youth floating in midair had already left a deep mark in his mind that would never be erased.
"In this life, following Master is the best choice I've made!"
