Buzhou Mountain.
Houtu returned to Pangu Hall in low spirits, her eyes full of frustration.
When the other Eleven Ancestral Witches saw her, they thought their youngest sister had been bullied at the Sage's abode. They crowded around her, their eyes full of concern.
"Little sister, what happened? Did someone bully you? Tell your brothers, and we'll avenge you!"
Zhurong, the most hot-tempered of them, was the first to lose patience. He demanded an answer, fists clenched, his Dao aura surging like a raging fire.
Gonggong and Zhurong usually got along like water and fire. He would argue with Zhurong even when he had no point to make, but this time he nodded in rare agreement.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had different temperaments and fought among themselves, but those were family matters behind closed doors.
When they faced an outsider, they still stood together against their foe.
Even the Three Pure Ones, just three brothers, quarreled and split apart for various reasons. How much more likely was it among the far more numerous Twelve Ancestral Witches, whose personalities differed so wildly that some were polar opposites?
There was no way the Twelve Ancestral Witches could live in perfect harmony without a single fight!
It simply wasn't realistic.
Besides, a little fighting and bickering was perfectly normal for a family.
As the saying went, blows meant affection, and scolding meant love.
What was more, Houtu was the younger of their two sisters and, without question, the one all her brothers doted on most.
And now their little sister had come back miserable? How could they let that stand?!
She must have been bullied at the Sage's abode!
The one who had bullied her might even have been the Sage himself!
The Ancestral Witches revered Father God Pangu above all. They feared