Zhou Yu didn't expect Yi Xigong to change his expression so quickly.
However, he wasn't angry; instead, he smiled slightly.
"Old Yi, what do you mean by causing trouble?"
Yi Xigong said coldly:
"What?"
"Don't you know yourself?"
"Do I need to spell it out clearly?"
Zhou Yu laughed:
"I really don't know that."
Yi Xigong snorted coldly without speaking, but Yi Xiaowen, beside him, spoke up.
"Mr. Zhou, being the Minister of the Martial Pavilion in Hu City is not so easy."
"Your predecessor died under mysterious circumstances, and now, you are far from being stable, with trouble surrounding you. So, please leave here. Our Yi family does not want to get entangled with you too much."
"Trouble surrounded?" Zhou Yu said with a half-smile.
Yi Xiaowen said with a cold face:
"Mr. Zhou, you don't think our Yi family knows nothing, do you?"
"Although we haven't met you personally, we are very aware of your actions."
