A deep crimson soul power, almost as dark as ink, surged from Feng Qing'an's palm, forming a soul ring above his palm, intricately complex and filled with countless tiny, beautiful structures.
"Don't struggle, don't resist."
The young man spoke earnestly to the small black cat shaken by hesitation in front of him,
"If you harbor any thoughts of resistance, we won't be able to establish the soul pact. If it fails then, I'll be the one to suffer the damage."
Mew~
The tiny Xuan cat was still hesitant, because it suddenly realised that it didn't quite understand what this so-called soul pact was. If it rashly agreed and couldn't remove it later, what should it do? Was it to stay with the guy in front of it for a lifetime?
At this moment, Feng Qing'an didn't care about what this little guy was thinking. His previous words were purely to fool this little cat.
