Setting up a Soul Contract

‘Dying is not the best thing to compare this to,’ Hui Yue grumbled as he looked at how Deng Wu slowly sat down with his back against the cold stone wall. His hand touched his forehead; the place where the drop of blood entered his body.

“Hello?” the guy asked as he looked around turning his head from one side to the other. After standing up and looking at where he was seated, he turned towards Hui Yue and looked at him with an indignant expression on his face.

“I can’t hear Little Dragon. Did it not succeed?” he asked curiously with a frown, uncertain whether or not he was satisfied with the result. His question, however, was answered with a snort from the bird in control of the white-haired young man.

“Of course, you can’t hear his voice,” Lan Feng said to Deng Wu. “You still haven’t done the most important part of the transfer. All I did was prepare your body. Making it able to contain Little Dragon’s soul.”