Without a Divine Technique like the Demon-Binding Rope, they had to break the beasts' spirits, much like taming a hawk. They would wear them down until their minds shattered and they submitted completely, only then achieving a partial effect of the Demon-Binding Rope.
Most of the younger generation of the Feng Family, even if they managed to conquer a Contracted Beast before reaching the Physical Body Realm, usually ended up with creatures weaker than a common mutt.
A beast like this Wolf King, however, was born with an unyielding pride. Breaking its spirit was as difficult as scaling the heavens.
Yet Feng Tianxi had somehow managed it. He had soared to prominence on the Wolf King's back, rising against the odds to become a pillar of the Ninth Prince's Mansion.
And yet...
Zhao Ci had crushed him just like that.
'But this was Zhao Ci... just three months ago, they were walking dogs and teasing birds together.'
