"Damn it!"
Yang Zhen looked at the few people around him with a bewildered expression, growled, "First, wipe off your astonished faces. Who's going to answer a few of my questions?"
The gentleman, with a seemly profound glance at Hua Youyue, took a deep breath. Even though he seemed to want to ask several questions himself, he still nodded and said to Yang Zhen, "Go ahead, lad. What do you want to know?"
Yang Zhen glared at the gentleman and said, "What the hell is the Spirit Road, and why were you all so shocked to see the young lady defy fate? And what on earth is the Heavenly Fragrance Holy Root..."
At this point, Yang Zhen quickly pulled over Ye Zhiming, who was still in shock, and questioned him forcefully, "What the hell happened all those years on the Spirit Road? Who was it that was so arrogant to dare to damage the young lady's spirit root?"
