Now that things had come to this, aside from hypnotizing himself, what else could he do? He definitely couldn't start hopping mad—that'd just get him beaten to a pulp.
Niu Wuwei shrank his body down to the size of a normal man, took his seat at the table. His cow hooves were surprisingly nimble, clinging to a wine cup; with a sharp slurp he downed a cup of fine wine and said, "I'll take a step back. I won't enter the Demon Court, but I can swear brotherhood with people as I please."
Li Youde didn't say anything more, as if tacitly agreeing.
"You really want to become sworn brothers with me?" Zhou Tian was very surprised. He'd just said it casually—how could a Hidden Disciple under Doushuai Temple agree so readily?
Niu Wuwei waved his forelegs and said, "What's the harm in giving it a try?"
