The Witch Race's bloodline flowed with instincts for battle and destruction; Hundreds of millions of years of slaughter had long since been carved into their bones.
Now that they had suddenly stopped, if those instincts were not channeled quickly, that destructive force would inevitably erupt from within and utterly burn away the faint respite brought by the ceasefire!
They had to be given a goal—a goal sufficient to vent that power while also paving the way for the Witch Race's future!
Houtu drew a deep breath, suppressing the worry in her heart as her clear voice rang through the hall:
"Big Brother is right. With the Witch Race's sudden ceasefire, the resentment and confusion in our warriors' hearts urgently need an outlet."
"However, our ceasefire does not mean we shall do nothing. Our next crucial step is to make contact with the Demon Race and truly negotiate with Di Jun, Tai Yi, and the other higher-ups of the Demon Race."
At this, Di Jiang furrowed his brows deeply. Yet there was no opposition in his gaze; instead, it held a matter-of-fact trust.
"This matter is of utmost importance, but it is also exceedingly thorny. Houtu, I fear no one but you can handle the contact and negotiations."
"After all, you were the one who saw through the Two Sages of the West's poisonous scheme, and you were also the one who led the proposal for this ceasefire. Only you understand its crucial details best."
"We can all stand behind you and lend you our support, but as for how exactly to deal with those feathered beasts, you will have to take charge personally."
Houtu's heart stirred.
This was precisely what she wanted!
Not only for what came after the ceasefire between the Witches and Demons, but also so she could