Being bound by the opponent was troublesome; not to mention attacking the opponent, there was a possibility of becoming someone else's captive.
As a Great Power Holder who devoted himself to cultivation, he had never imagined that after emerging from a seclusion of several hundred years, he would be killed by an unknown force, being over a thousand years old.
This was not just a matter of being ridiculed by those old geezers; being bound would be a stain on his life.
The old geezer did not want to end up trying to steal a chicken only to lose his rice.
Jiang Tang, of course, would not let him off easily; he did not want to be constantly pursued. Binding him would help in his escape.
The ancestor of the North City Immortal Sect had not expected that no matter how he struggled, no matter how he used spells to slash, not only could he not cut through the opponent's vine whip, but he was also bound by the opponent into golden rings of light in a five-flowers tie.
