"Tie her up?"
Zhang Yao was taken aback, somewhat confused.
"Yes, use this."
Lord Haihe said as he pulled out a thin silver-gray cord from his sleeve and tossed it to Zhang Yao.
Zhang Yao caught the silver-gray cord, and with a sweep of his divine thought, he realized it was a high-grade Spiritual Artifact, seemingly designed specifically for binding and subduing.
"Truly extravagant."
Zhang Yao secretly clicked his tongue, feeling the silver-gray cord in his hand.
High-grade Spiritual Artifact, and he didn't even have one, yet Lord Haihe had crafted a cord specifically for tying people up.
Zhang Yao imprinted a temporary mark on the cord with his divine thought, initiated a preliminary sacrifice, and then infused his magical power:
"Whoosh!"
The silver-gray cord shot out suddenly, dancing like an incredibly agile long snake, automatically binding the unconscious Feng Dujuan tightly.
Curiously:
