Houtu explained to the other Ancestral Witches why she had been so downcast.
But although the Ancestral Witches breathed a sigh of relief, they did not particularly care about the issue itself.
As long as their little sister had not been bullied, that was enough. As for her difficulty comprehending the Source Great Dao, the Ancestral Witches said they were already used to it.
The path they followed was different from that of those innate beings to begin with.
Thus, the Ancestral Witches had not been particularly interested in the Sage's sermon either. They had only accompanied Houtu because she wanted to attend.
They did not particularly mind being unable to enter the Purple Cloud Palace to hear the sermon.
They did not believe the Sage could resolve the problem of their benighted primordial spirits.
This was a fundamental issue with their cultivation system, and it also concerned the Ancestral Witches' very origins.
Even if the Sage had a solution, it clearly would not be easy. The Ancestral Witches were neither kin nor friends to the Sage, so he naturally would not spend his time and energy resolving it for them.
In truth, the Ancestral Witches understood the situation as clearly as daylight.
Only their little sister Houtu remained unwilling to accept it, or perhaps still harbored a little innocent hope.
Presumably, after this experience, their little sister would finally let it go.
For the Ancestral Witches, abandoning the Great Dao of the primordial spirit and concentrating on attaining enlightenment of the Dao through the flesh was the true foundation of their path.
The Ancestral Witches could only comfort Houtu, though their words did not really address what troubled her.
Houtu understood perfectly well, too. The Ancestral Witches' primordial spirits were benighted. Had they not inherited their Father God's body