"Cooperate?" Lin Bai came to a halt. At this moment, he was a thousand miles away from the wedding venue—a rugged, empty expanse of mountains.
"Yes, cooperate." The Curse God looked at Lin Bai expectantly, reverting to his familiar native language. "You can't hurt me, and I can't defeat you. If we cooperate, we can both be at ease."
"My dictionary doesn't contain the word 'cooperate,' only 'conquer'." Lin Bai looked pitifully at The Curse God in his hand and separated a Divine Soul. Then, he attached a head and two arms to the Divine Soul. The illusory Soul Split, now fitted with a tangible head and arms, appeared somewhat incongruous.
Watching Lin Bai's actions, Noss grew nervous, a sense of foreboding welling up inside him. "What... what are you planning to do? We can negotiate everything! You're cursed by me; you can't harm me..."
