At this moment, in the great hall, all the sect members were glaring fiercely at Zhou Yi above.
It's all his fault!
If not for him, they wouldn't have ended up in their current predicament.
Especially Luo Tian, despite his face being pale, his rage had already turned his eyes red, and he wished he could rip Zhou Yi apart.
"Do you think I knew about this?"
Heaven and earth bear witness, he really didn't know about this. There was no record of it in Great Zhou's generations of inheritance.
Seeing his innocent appearance, Si Hong snorted coldly.
In truth, this was not really Zhou Yi's fault. After all, at any time, only the emperor's blood was infused in the spiritual treasure that suppresses the national spirit.
His Great Zhou, having mixed the blood of multiple people, was indeed a precedent.
And Zhou Zheng discovered it by accident while comprehending the national spirit, and was immediately overjoyed.
