"Fellow Daoists, don't be nervous, don't be nervous..."
Smiling, Zhou Yan wound an Immortal-Binding Rope around the first demon's ankle, working his way up the calf, thigh, and waist before tying a beautiful bow on the chest.
The captive was trussed up like a rice dumpling, unable to move so much as a finger. Only those two eyes could blink.
"Mm, not bad." Zhou Yan nodded in satisfaction and took out a second rope.
Watching beside him, Xie Changsheng's mouth twitched. "Just how many of those did you prepare?"
Zhou Yan answered without looking back, "Enough."
The second, the third, the fourth...
The demons were tied up one after another in all manner of poses. Some were bound kneeling, others lying on their sides.
Gray Gray poked his head out of the bushes behind the little island. His donkey eyes darted around, and once he confirmed the battle was over, he trotted over.
"Hee-haw! This donkey wants to help too!"
Zhou Yan paused, then handed him a rope. "All right, go tie up that one over there."
Gray Gray charged over excitedly, holding the rope in his mouth. He wound it around the demon's legs several times, then tied a knot. It wasn't exactly textbook work, but it did hold.
The demon looked down at the crooked bow on those legs with an exceedingly complicated expression.
I'd been tied up by a donkey.
If word of this got out, how would I ever show my face in the Demon Realm again?
Black Mountain came over to inspect it and clicked his tongue. "Gray Gray's craftsmanship isn't bad."
Red Wind rolled his eyes. "You call that craftsmanship?"
"What else would you call it?"
"...Talent."
In less than half an incense stick's time, every demon had been trussed up like a