Indeed, King Qiuchi did not fight back but instead coiled submissively on the ground, lifting its head to look at Chen Feng and nodding in acknowledgment. Chen Feng knew that King Qiuchi was now accepting him as its master. He had once learned about this from Daddy, so without any hesitation, he cut his finger again, squeezing out a bit of blood, and then extended it to King Qiuchi's mouth. King Qiuchi gently bit his finger, leaving a tiny fang mark on it.
Chen Feng's essence blood mixed with that of King Qiuchi, turning into a small black dot that zipped into King Qiuchi's jade horn. Immediately, Chen Feng felt an incredibly subtle telepathic connection between himself and King Qiuchi, as if he could sense King Qiuchi's thoughts—a truly mystical feeling.
