"So, Zhao Ye, in the end you didn't form a contract?"
Lan Xiaoyu poured Zhao Ye a cup of wine, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile.
"No."
Zhao Ye swirled his cup of wine, looking resentfully at the three in front of him — Bai Qi.
"From the start to the end of the fight, these three didn't even take a few minutes. If I had formed a contract, could I still contend with these three?"
"You can't think like that, Zhao Ye. A beast's combat power after forming a contract is much stronger than before, and you know that. Just like that Shadowless Snake, it's quite powerful."
Bai Wuji patted Zhao Ye's shoulder, trying to comfort him.
"Don't mention the Shadowless Snake anymore, the more I think about it, the less I want to form a contract."
Zhao Ye couldn't bear it and rolled his eyes. To give him more time to consider, they had even brought back these three Emperor Beasts alive.