"You only have this much courage?"
"You're running away just like that?"
The more Da Xianshi spoke, the faster the sword wings on Yang Ji's back vibrated.
It was a joke. With a Heavenly Demon comparable to a Red Dust Immortal here, Yang Ji did not fancy entangling himself in great karma. Fleeing was the most sensible decision.
"This kid actually plunged straight into the Death Mist. It seems he really has a way out. I can't let him escape."
Da Xianshi narrowed his eyes, revealing a smile that suggested everything was under his control, and shot a white beam of light towards Yang Ji, which bound him tightly.
With a whoosh, Yang Ji was abruptly pulled back.
"You sure run fast kid. I thought you were somebody substantial, even considered going out with you, but it turns out you're just a coward."