No one answered.
Jiang Chen paid him no attention at all.
Yang Yong was speechless.
This one really was hard to deal with.
He leaped onto the roof of the Demoness Pickup Truck.
Standing on the roof, he gazed into the distance.
On the distant horizon, a fiery-red figure was rapidly approaching.
An engine roared.
The sound drew nearer.
Louder and louder.
Closer and closer.
The figure was riding a motorcycle at tremendous speed.
Its wheels rolled over the withered grass on the wasteland, kicking up dust.
Yang Yong narrowed his eyes.
They even rode a motorcycle.
For now, the newcomer showed no hostility.
But all the Sequence Transcendents in the convoy were secretly on guard.
Although Captain Cao had already calculated that the newcomer had most likely come for Corpse Ancestor Jiangchen, they still needed to take the necessary precautions.
Soon, as the motorcycle approached, everyone got a clear look.
It was a figure wearing a red riding suit.
Judging by the figure's curves, it was probably a woman.
Sure enough.
When the rider stopped in front of the convoy and took off her helmet, her glossy black hair fluttered in the wind.
It really was a woman.
She had delicate features and fair skin, but her eyes held an indescribable eeriness.
The woman looked striking and valiant, and quite a few men in the convoy couldn't help looking at her.
She paid no attention to their gazes.
She dismounted.
Stepped forward.
Her movements were fluid.
She headed straight for the Demoness Pickup Truck.
Yang Yong thought, Sure enough, she's here for Corpse Ancestor Jiangchen.
"My lord."
The woman came beside the Demoness Pickup Truck and dropped straight to one knee.
Her voice rang clear, like metal striking metal.
"Xiao Ying reporting for duty."
Jiang Chen didn't even open