Hair as black as coal stood straight on his head. A similarly terrifying aura radiated from his body. The Kirin pattern expanded ceaselessly, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a radiant silhouette of kylin over thirty meters long. The Kylin lowered its head, and its single horn shone with a brilliant silvery-black light. At this time, Qi Yue raised his right arm.
One by one, silver symbols emerged from Qi Yue's fingertips, similar symbols also radiated from the single horn of the shadowy Mo Kirin. The same silver symbols intermingled mid-air, forming a circle that expanded outwards.
"White Lady, are you willing to become my servant, never to betray me, regardless of the perils we may encounter?" Qi Yue's voice became much deeper, filled with an irresistibly commanding quality.
The colossal form of the White Lady trembled slightly, answering earnestly, "I am willing."
