"The soul, master of the enslaved; the enslaved, its envoy... A spirit never to return, its memory a crushing weight through the years..."
Inside the dim tent.
Fang Yang sat on his bed, the tent around him empty and silent.
At this moment, he was forming a Magic Seal, cultivating the beast-taming Secret Technique from the Carp Eagle's legacy—the Slave Spirit Skill.
Perhaps the reason his White Feathered Eagle lacked spirituality was that he hadn't properly cultivated the Skill in the first place.
But now, his target was the Small Frost Horse.
Out of respect for Second Uncle Fang and Senior Frost White, and in acknowledgment of the Small Frost Horse's potential, he had to cultivate the Slave Spirit Skill to a much higher level.
The Small Frost Horse and the White Feathered Eagle were, after all, completely different!
