"I surrender, this monk is willing to surrender..."
The old monk fell to his knees with a plop, drenched in cold sweat, not a trace of the demeanor of an enlightened monk remained.
Boom!
That starry and dazzling finger stopped steadily a hair's breadth away from his shiny bald head. The sheer pressure emanating from the finger alone made the old monk truly feel the threat of death.
Xiao Yi casually dispelled the giant finger and said expressionlessly, "Since you're willing to submit, then form a master-servant contract with Little Lin!"
Little Lin jumped out cheering and hopping.
There was a thick look of smugness on his face as he flicked out a rune, which was the master-servant contract from his inherited memories.
Watching the master-servant contract rune floating in front of him, the old monk's facial muscles twitched, and he felt like crying but no tears would come!
Just moments ago...
It was he who had forced Little Lin to become his mount.
