Hell Spirit Cat Zhu Zhuqing... Pays Respects to Master

Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath and walked inside.

The moment she entered, her pupils contracted sharply.

On the bed in the residence, the white-clad Holy Son who was rumored to strike fear throughout the continent lounged lazily against the cushions.

At his feet, a girl in a black-and-white maid outfit, a humiliating collar around her neck, knelt obediently as she massaged his legs.

"X-Xiao Wu!"

Though they both looked like children now, Zhu Zhuqing recognized her companion from their previous life at a glance!

The Asura Sword Scabbard whom Tang San had cherished like a treasure in their previous life was now serving the Holy Son of Spirit Hall like a dog, her eyes numb and empty!

At the call, Xiao Wu trembled all over.

She turned around and saw Zhu Zhuqing, who likewise looked five years old. A deathly humiliation flashed through her eyes.

But she immediately lowered her head again. She did not even dare greet her, instead continuing to obediently massage Ye Yuan's calves.

"You crossed two great empires alone to come to Spirit City. This little cat of mine is quite bold."

Ye Yuan ignored Xiao Wu's reaction and studied Zhu Zhuqing, standing at the doorway, with interest.

"That coward Dai Mubai didn't dare to come, and I originally thought the Xing Luo Empire would tie you up and send you here as a hostage. I never expected that you would actually run over here to surrender of your own accord."

Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip and knelt on one knee without hesitation, her voice cool and resolute.

"Dai Mubai is a piece of trash who only cares about himself, and the Xing Luo Empire is nothing but a pack of ants waiting to die. Zhuqing came here with no connection to them. I came