Ancestral Witch Houtu's gaze was deep and profound. Her fingertips tapped the desk again and again in a strange, inexplicable rhythm.
She sorted through Feng Xi's past, linking and integrating countless details.
"Although his True Spirit and soul are clean and pure, with no sign whatsoever of a Great Luo placing a piece, he doesn't look like anyone's alt account..."
"But... his life trajectory up to now has truly been too outstanding."
"So outstanding that I can't help but take notice."
Houtu lowered her eyes. The book beside her began turning its pages on its own, without any wind, revealing Feng Xi's life trajectory.
"First, he teamed up with those nine fellows."
"Then he joined the Witch Clan's diplomatic delegation... Out of countless trillions of Witches, only a few hundred thousand had such an opportunity."
"Those things alone could be overlooked."
"Afterward, he even encountered Fuxi and received his gift... becoming one of the hundred thousand fortunate beings!"
"On Kunlun Mountain, he encountered Chi Songzi."
"For three thousand years, he worked on the Commercial Alliance, with profits surpassing those of the entire Witch Clan team... Never mind the heavenly treasures and earthly wonders. More importantly, he had collected nearly one percent of the civilization and wisdom of the Primordial World."
"There have been far too many coincidences... just like that cup of wine meant to take his life."
At this moment, throughout the Witch Clan, excluding the Ancestral Witches and Great Witches, who was the most dazzling one?
Without a doubt, it had to be Feng Xi!
After completing a diplomatic path, Feng Xi was like a carp leaping through the Dragon Gate—a stunning and absolute transformation!
Too many coincidences had made him extraordinary.
But...
"Was this really a coincidence?"
Houtu looked at Mu, who stood respectfully at the side