With that said, the Pagoda Spirit unleashed a burst of aura, slamming Zhao Yi against the wall with a thunderous crash. Zhao Yi coughed up a mouthful of blood, taking a long time to regain his wits. Looking thoroughly defeated, he gave a bitter laugh and said:
"Lord Pagoda Spirit, you are a senior, how could I ever dare to enslave you? You've got it all wrong."
Seeing that a mere display of anger had nearly rattled Zhao Yi apart, the Pagoda Spirit felt a twinge of regret. Hearing now that Zhao Yi had no intention of enslaving it or demanding master-recognition, it asked curiously:
"If you won't have me recognize you as master, how am I supposed to follow you? Your Storage Bag could never fit a behemoth like me. Wandering out like this would surely shock the heavens. Before I even cleared the mountain gate, someone would snatch me away, and you'd be left without a whole corpse." The Pagoda Spirit pouted as it spoke.
Zhao Yi turned to Jian Ling'er. "Jian Ling'er, if this small pagoda doesn't recognize me as master and enters my Consciousness Sea, will there be any problem? Will it wreak havoc in there?"
Chapter 212