"If you can seal me, Zhang Yao is willing to follow your arrangement!"
Wang Yang smiled at the corner of his mouth, as Zhang Yao had already started addressing him as 'young master,' which indicated that she had accepted his terms.
"Lead the way!"
Wang Yang extended his hand, smiling as he spoke, knowing that in order to make a proud person like Zhang Yao willingly serve, he needed to hold sufficient leverage in his hands.
Zhang Yao nodded, her spiritual power circulating. Wang Yang turned back to instruct Luo Yu and the others to wait there, then with a flash, he and Zhang Yao disappeared from sight.
At the summit of the West Mountain, the space was vast and empty. Aside from the dazzlingly brilliant snow shining under the sunlight, everything was incredibly peaceful.
Within Zhang Yao's eyes, two ice crystals appeared, piercing through the void, and the swirling snow quickly condensed into an ice coffin before their eyes!
