Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone in the room was stunned, clearly no one expected such a bold answer from Yang Zhen.
Hua Youyue looked dumbfounded at Yang Zhen, her beautiful face flushed red, and she stared at Yang Zhen in a mix of anger, amusement, and embarrassment.
Mo Xueling kicked Yang Zhen lightly, rather annoyed, saying, "Can't you just be serious? Since you're fine, do you remember the Desolate Heavenly True Pattern I mentioned to you?"
"Desolate Heavenly True Pattern?" Yang Zhen, taken aback by her words, nodded quickly and said, "Of course I remember! Do you know its location?"
Mo Xueling looked at Yang Zhen, who was clearly interested, she chuckled, "Of course I do. Not only me, but everyone here probably knows too."
Yang Zhen looked at the crowd in confusion, pouting as he said, "Whom are you trying to fool? If so many people knew about it, the Desolate Heavenly True Pattern would have been taken long ago. Why would I have a chance?"
