"Tsk tsk, your idea isn't bad, but what if I, this young master, don't agree."
Qin Yang's gaze became cold.
An old hag barging into the Mountain Villa, actually dreaming of obtaining his cultivation method, was pure fantasy.
Moreover, he was a Sword Cultivator, which was vastly different from the witchcraft practiced by this old demoness.
"It doesn't matter if you don't agree, we of the Black Witchcraft Race are most skilled at—Soul Searching. I'll beat you half-dead and then search your memories."
Wu Jiao laughed sinisterly.
"Heh heh, you old demoness, not only does your laughter sound terrible, but your brain also seems to have been jammed by a door. Although witchcraft and Daoist skills have some connection, they have largely diverged.
