He hated to do it, but this was reality. Yu Zitong knew exactly where he stood.
His brow tightened and his thoughts raced. He began to mutter an incantation, then fiercely bit the tip of his tongue. He closed his eyes, his hands forming a seal, and his face instantly turned a deep crimson.
PFFT...
Immediately, Yu Zitong spat out a mouthful of blood, much of it spraying onto the fur of the Golden Pupils in his arms.
"Master Yu, what's wrong?"
Su Yu asked with sudden concern. Tu Xiao'an just watched in silence, a flicker of pity in his heart. But even so, it was too late.
"Meow... Meow..."
Golden Pupils cried out to Yu Zitong again and again, tears welling up in its Yin Yang Eyes.
"Little one, you're free now. Go to your new master." Yu Zitong had forcibly severed his Blood Contract with the regal cat and was suffering from the backlash, making his already fragile body even more unsteady.
