If not, Pingxin would never have sent Qin Mu to the Witch Clan with the twelve banners she had personally crafted, to collect the Quintessential Blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
At that moment, inside Pingxin Hall.
A figure of light appeared. It was Pingxin.
"Hmm?"
"Chi You?"
Pingxin's delicate brows knitted slightly, and a flicker of surprise quickly crossed her face.
Then, with a gentle wave of her hand, twelve banners appeared, floating in midair.
Ancestral Witch auras swirled around all twelve banners, and a hazy phantom hovered above each one.
They were none other than the fallen Twelve Ancestral Witches.
At that moment, the phantoms seemed to sense the aura of Chi You's resurrection, and all of them grew exceptionally animated.
One banner in particular, the one belonging to Chi You, trembled violently.
"Strange."
"They haven't been resurrected here yet, so how did one come back to life in the outside world?"
Pingxin took a closer look and murmured in surprise.
But she quickly returned to normal.
Though Pingxin had no idea how Chi You had been resurrected outside, it was still a good thing for the Witch Clan.
At that moment, in the deep ravine.
The Chan Teachings disciples, including Guangchengzi, were all stunned by Chi You's resurrection.
"You Chan Teachings brats!"
"You're truly... courting death!"
"How dare you slaughter the warriors of my Witch Clan like this? You're asking to die!"
Chi You's gaze sharpened as he swept his eyes over Guangchengzi and the others. His expression was savage, and killing intent radiated from him!
At his words, Guangchengzi and the others shuddered.
They all felt an unprecedented pressure emanating from Chi You.
Still reeling, Guangchengzi forced himself to remain calm and stared straight at Chi You.
"Chi You!"
"You were lucky enough to survive.