For Beize Sheng, regardless of whether he submitted, the inevitable outcome was being branded with the Soul Slave Seal.
'The only difference is, will my consciousness be erased?'
If it were erased, he would become a walking corpse, as good as dead. His path of cultivation would be severed—a fate more terrifying than death itself.
Beize Sheng was a smart man; he knew exactly what he had to choose.
Though he was resentful, his only consolation was that he was merely being controlled by Ye Wushuang. His path of cultivation was not severed, and his innate talent could still blossom.
With Beize Sheng leaving his Divine Court undefended, Ye Wushuang easily planted the Soul Slave Seal.
"Master, this is the Wood Essence!"
Beize Sheng, his body freed, handed the Wood Essence to Ye Wushuang.
Hearing him say "Master" left Yuh Yuzhen and the others feeling utterly helpless. Even their strongest disciple now had to respectfully address Ye Wushuang as Master.
