Make you my Master.

The ear-piercing scream of the Nine Serenities Soul Devouring Flame was even louder than the sounds of the Sound Beast Mountain's collapse. It was staying inside Duo Long's head with extreme fear.

Duo Long's eyes were gradually losing its vital signs. Deep inside of his pupils had a dull bold silver color. It was obvious that the soul of the patriarch of the Gray Wings Clan had been burned, and he had lost his life in just a short time.

Both Di Shan and Yu Rou showed their panic when they saw Duo Long's death.

However, the ear-piercing cry of the Nine Serenities Soul Devouring Flame gave the two of them hope. They focused more on Shi Yan and considered their ancestors' guidance more seriously.

Had the fates already been soon arranged!?

That thought couldn't help but come across their minds. Thinking about making that unweaned rascal their Master, the two of them did not even know whether they should cry or smile.

However, they could not smile.