But Fuxi was different.
Fuxi was right here in the Honghuang, easy to encounter.
And there was another point Dijiang had not made explicit.
That was: Fuxi belonged to the Demon Race.
Although Fuxi had beaten Eastern Emperor Taiyi and had never involved himself in the war between the Demon Race and the Witch Clan, Fuxi was still a member of the Demon Race.
If Fuxi decided to help the Demon Race, then the Witch Clan would suffer.
Once the Witch Clan angered Fuxi and drove him into the Demon Race's camp, the Witch Clan would collapse in its struggle against the Demon Race.
Therefore, Fuxi was not to be provoked. This was an absolute order every member of the Witch Clan had to obey.
Unless Fuxi made it clear that he intended to deal with the Witch Clan, the Witch Clan could only fight under duress.
But before that worst possible outcome occurred, no one in the Witch Clan dared provoke Fuxi.
Whoever provoked him would be a sinner of the Witch Clan.
Even the simple-minded members of the Witch Clan had carved this principle deep into their minds.
But there was one issue the Witch Clan had not considered.
Other than the Twelve Ancestral Witches, no one in the Witch Clan had ever seen Fuxi.
Thus, on Fuxi's first visit to the Witch Clan, he had clashed with Xing Tian and Kuafu.
So, when Gong Gong discovered that the one causing trouble in the Witch Clan's tribe was Fuxi, he was stunned and panicked.
Could it be that Fuxi was declaring war on the Witch Clan?
Had the Demon Race persuaded Fuxi?
Or had some blind little brat offended this fiend?
Gong Gong stood where he was, his heart uneasy.
Without knowing Fuxi's intentions, Gong Gong did not