“If I wanted this woman, I wouldn’t ask for your permission,” Yang Qi’s incarnation replied, looking at Huang Weilong as if he were already a dead man. “I run this mine, and you’re only a novice disciple. If I want to kill you, I’ll kill you. Are you really so bold as to directly oppose me?”

Huang Weilong burst out into maniacal laughter. “You think way too much of yourself, Yang Qi. You really believe you’re the end-all and be-all here? Listen up. The person who runs this mine is me. I'm in charge! I'm the overlord here! Maybe if you become a god you might have what it takes to boss me around. But somehow, I doubt that you’re going to be achieving that breakthrough anytime soon. And that means that you’re mine! You do what I tell you! It’s like the old saying, the barracks are as permanent as iron, the soldiers are as temporary as water. You would do well to understand that you are the temporary water, and I'm the permanent iron!”

Shaking his head, Yang Qi’s incarnation waved his hand, and the young woman’s metal manacles collapsed.

The sight of it...