Seeing Yue Yingying's arrival, Yang Zhen was really surprised. He stared at her, baffled, and asked, "Why are you following us?"
The others also wore faces of astonishment. They then recalled a statement Yue Yingying had once made. If Yang Zhen did not kill Wan Quan, she would serve as a slave for life. Instantly, they all looked at Yang Zhen with peculiar expressions.
Surrounding air temperature suddenly dropped significantly. The cheap cat shivered, murmuring to itself, "Damn, why's it so cold."
Of course, this chill did not emanate from Yue Yingying. Although this woman was also ice-cold, compared to Han Yan'er, she was but a minor sorcerer before a grand master, not to mention the Moon Shadow in Hua Youyue's hand.
"Young lady, do you truly wish to serve Yang Zhen as a slave?"