C555 But I Got a Helper

I looked at the somewhat hesitant Heavenly Mystery with a faint smile on my face. However, I broke out in a cold sweat.

Leaving the Wind Prison is a huge temptation, but words are useless after all. How could an old fox like him, who has lived for countless years, believe me just because I said so? Moreover, handing over the soul imprint to me would be equivalent to becoming my contracted slave