"Good!" Yang Ji suddenly nodded in agreement.
"Good! Indeed, those who understand the times are impressive. Kneel down before me, that I may plant a restriction within you!" Shen Tuba was slightly surprised in his heart, yet a cold smile crept across his chilling face.
"You're quite sensible, knowing that you're faced with certain death and pragmatic enough to grovel for survival. Quite the character! I had intended to crush you, but since you're being so cooperative, I'll spare your life," Shen Tujun said with a sinister smile.
"No, you've misunderstood me. My 'good' was to say that your proposition was nice, if you would kindly kneel down before me, letting me place my restriction on you, I could ensure that you would remain unharmed through even the Great Tribulation of the Heavenly Demons," Yang Ji retorted with his head raised.
