"To tell the truth, Emperor Aotian did not believe that Yang Zhen could refine anything like the Immortal Binding Rope.
The name was already decided before it was even refined, and it was such a grand name. If it weren't for his status at the Great Emperor Realm, Emperor Aotian almost would have believed it.
A rope that could bind an emperor might exist in this world, but it probably wouldn't be refined by Yang Zhen.
Emperor Aotian lay on the ground, scoffing at Yang Zhen's words, but for some reason, despite knowing it was unlikely, he still harbored a tiny bit of anticipation in his heart.
He anticipated that Yang Zhen might truly refine a rope that could bind an emperor. Even if it couldn't fully bind one, just like now, if it could have one-tenth the effect on these webs that entangled him, no, just a slight effect, Emperor Aotian would be invincible among his peers in the Great Emperor Realm.
Oh, thinking of this, Emperor Aotian was almost excited.
