No one can refuse the "seven captures, seven releases, seven ins, seven outs, seven seven seven seven..."
But Zhang Chi figured he wouldn't need seven tries, three would be enough for him to conquer the unruly spirit of the Red Cauldron.
The emotions of the Red Cauldron's spirit were very rich, even though her temperament was quirky, to say the least, and truly awful.
However, as long as she had emotions, there were ways to deal with them.
And the more fiery the temperament, the better it was to train; on the contrary, those who were gentle and virtuous appeared easy to coax, but in fact, they were clear-headed with their own way of thinking and logic, not easily fooled by others.
Zhang Chi proposed a new bet, and at this moment, the spirit of the Red Cauldron hesitated.
She'd already lost two rounds, and she couldn't afford to lose this one.
However, it was during this hesitation that she seemed to hear the low whisper of a devil.