As a result, the Ancestor Tree forcefully tossed him a link and sent him to Mr. Ye's Main Hall.
Now that Bi Fang is dead, it's time for everyone to return home, yet Lord Jiu was again left behind at the Main Hall.
"Oh dear, the train from Jingchuan to Ping Shui today, I wonder if I can catch it."
Lord Jiu said with self-mockery.
Zhou Xuan leaned close to his ear and said, "Lord Jiu, isn't your background somewhat special, perhaps intertwined with that Witch God in countless ways?"
"What does the Witch God have to do with me?" Lord Jiu shook his head like a rattle drum.
Zhou Xuan opened a bloodstained folded fan.
This folded fan was the "relic" left by Bi Fang. The surface of the fan had shattered beyond recognition with Bi Fang's death.
However, even severely damaged, the writing on the fan surface can still be discerned.
"Lord Jiu, look at this. On Bi Fang's fan are the surnames of people like us—Li, Yun, Hu, Peng, Zhou... they're all there, except for 'Jiu'.
