Demon Palace, amidst the sprawling Molten Gold Vines on the mountain.
Many candidate maids concentrated with bated breath, watching the thirteen women in the center of the grounds with solemn and respectful expressions, their eyes brimming with envy and excitement.
"Miss Gong Caiyu."
Jiang Ding took out from the tray of a candidate maid a foot-long flying sword with a crimson hue and a straight, mysterious blue light, gazed into the eyes of the woman before him, and spoke softly, "Are you willing to become my maid, to protect me during my cultivation journey, to follow my commands, and to fight for me?"
"In exchange, as long as you don't violate the agreement between us, I am willing to provide you with a certain level of protection and supply you with corresponding Cultivation Methods."
"Should either party break the agreement, it shall automatically become void."
"Are you willing?"
"My lord, I am willing!"
