Upon hearing Yang Zhenshan's order to have them killed, Cheng Wuji and Han Changshun began struggling fiercely.
Deng Yuehe's already anxious heart became even more restless.
"What are you waiting for? Help drag them away to be butchered!" Seeing their violent struggling, Luo Jingsong hurriedly said to Li Chang standing beside him.
Li Chang and a few personal followers stepped forward and dragged Cheng Wuji and Han Changshun away.
Yang Zhenshan looked toward Deng Yuehe, an elderly woman who looked to be in her forties with crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but it was still apparent that she must have been a great beauty in her youth.
Of course, Yang Zhenshan was not concerned with her appearance but with how she might be useful.
"What is your cultivation level?"
"Replying to Marquis, this old body gathered Innate True Qi twenty years ago, but in the past ten years, my cultivation has made little progress!" Deng Yuehe said with utmost respect.
