The despicable cat lay in front of Yang Zhen, its face marked by an expression of surprise and uncertainty. One paw rested on Yang Zhen's shoulder, while the other paw kept patting his face.
After waking, Yang Zhen pushed the despicable cat away, feeling a sudden shock as he looked around at his unfamiliar environment.
Everything about the secret treasure vault was the same. All the elixir bottles were still sitting in their haphazard arrangement, and Yang Zhen's cultivation of the Undying Immortal Scripture hadn't changed. In other words, he hadn't gone anywhere, but had been sitting in Undying Clan's legacy vault the whole time.
"Shit!"
Staring at the despicable cat with a stunned expression, Yang Zhen remarked incredulously, "Damn, I must have seen a ghost."
"What do you mean you saw a ghost? You're crying and lamenting like some saintly do-gooder. You scared me to death. This isn't like you. Did you get possessed by something?"