"I dare not!" Ye Qingqing lowered her head and said softly.
"Hmph! I figured you wouldn't dare!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
Seeing her still in a daze on the ground, Zhang Xiaohao spoke again.
"Don't just stand there blankly, put on your clothes, we're heading back!"
"Yes, my lord!" Ye Qingqing replied respectfully, picking up the clothes on the ground and putting them on immediately.
"Let's go!" Zhang Xiaohao called out, leading Ye Qingqing back.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In a massive palace, a group of over a hundred people dressed in Yaksha Clan attire were present, led by a middle-aged man with a long beard and a fierce look on his face, walking at the front.
Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes flashing with ferocity.
"Daring to destroy my mark, no matter who you are, I will make sure you die without a place for burial!!!"
...
A while later, Zhang Xiaohao, with Ye Qingqing, had returned to the previous location.
