"No!"
"There's a problem!"
"This isn't normal!"
Zhou Yi suddenly leapt up and began pacing back and forth, muttering to himself.
"I could let it slide with Sun Changsheng being a busybody and transmitting the Dao, but Yang Xuan is far from ordinary. The fact that he is even involved with the ancient witch tribe, I always felt like there's something dirty secretly plotting against me!"
Yang Xuan stimulated the bloodline of the witch tribe with his qi-blood martial way, which indeed had some connection to Zhou Yi when traced back to its origin.
"Behind every coincidence, there's bound to be a long-premeditated scheme!"
Zhou Yi subconsciously took out his divination cylinder and used up two thousand years of his lifespan to cast the Heaven-Ending Technique.