"..."
Xiao Hong's face twitched, and he really wanted to retort: Why are you cursing me?
Then he remembered Zhou Yi's origins, most likely the reincarnation of an ancient Immortal God—seen this way, perhaps he hadn't lost out.
"Fellow Daoist Tang, at times like this, let's not joke anymore!"
Zhou Yi said, "This humble Daoist never jokes. Was your ancestor not Xiao Ran?"
"Indeed."
Xiao Hong sensed Zhou Yi was not joking, and his expression immediately grew solemn: "The Xiao family has been passed down from Ancestor Xiao Ran for seventeen generations now. Could you truly be the ancestor reborn?"
"My origins are older than Xiao Ran's."
Zhou Yi spoke: "This Divine Fire Fan was obtained by that boy from my tomb. If it weren't for the Xiao family's bloodline—even mere Qi Refinement cultivators—how could you gain a Supreme Treasure's recognition as its master?"
"Divine Fire Fan..."
Ao Qin's eyes widened, pointing at Zhou Yi in disbelief: "You—you—are you Xuan Xiao Daojun?"
