"Young master, such a person's fickle nature may pose an even greater threat to us if he escapes control after we leave this place."
Xue An chuckled, "Don't worry, as long as he's in my hands, he won't be able to stir up any trouble!"
With that, Xue An waved his hand.
A beam of light immediately pierced into Liao Zhiji's forehead.
Liao Zhiji's body shook, a look of fear emerging in his eyes.
Because he felt something new in his sea of consciousness, though he couldn't discern exactly what it was.
But there was one thing he was certain of—it was definitely not a good thing.
Thus, his lips began to tremble, and his face turned exceedingly pale.
Xue An smiled, "There's no need to be so afraid. I've merely implanted a talisman in your sea of consciousness. As long as you cooperate obediently, I'll lift it!"
"But if you refuse to cooperate, or even attempt to tell anyone else about this... the talisman will automatically explode, shattering your soul to pieces! Understand?"
