After listening to James’ words, tears streamed down Wylie’s face as she quickly nodded. “Master, I’ll never betray you as long as you treat me well.”

James remained silent, only raising his hand at her before turning to look at Yancy.

By now, Yancy had already calmed down from the agony of the Curse Magic. Though disheveled, he was not seriously harmed.

“Sir Yancy.” James smiled. “Now we have established a basic level of trust. As for lifting your seal, we’ll need to discuss that.”

Yancy’s face turned ashen. He had heard James and Wylie’s conversation just now, and he was well aware of his current situation, which was even worse than having his cultivation sealed.

Even if he were to lift the seal now, or even return to the Behaterm Sect, he would still be James’ slave, at his mercy to be dispersed at any time.

“Although your seal was made by a Quasi Daelcon Rank powerhouse, it can be undone by a powerhouse of a lower rank. I can do it.” James smiled. “However, I’m looking for a