"What? Cat got your tongues? Do I really have to do it myself, as your Second Uncle, and take your heads off so I can properly dig around in your throats?"
The corners of Hong Yuan's lips curled into a faint smile. It was like a warm spring breeze, seemingly gentle and pleasant.
Yet the words from his mouth were venomous and vicious.
The Ancestral Witches shuddered involuntarily. One by one, they lowered their heads and tucked their necks in tight.
None of them dared look up, afraid their eyes might meet Second Uncle's.
Their hearts pounded wildly as they kept muttering under their breaths.
"Don't call on me, don't call on me..."
If Second Uncle wanted them to fight, they would have been delighted. Fighting was what they loved most!
But asking them to answer questions was a little difficult.
Other than paying attention to Second Uncle, when had they ever cared about the beings outside?
After all, they were Pangu Orthodox, and with Second Uncle protecting them, they had long transcended the Primordial Wilderness. Why would they need to care about those creatures outside?
Seeing that no one answered, Hong Yuan slowly turned to Houtu beside him and asked kindly, "Houtu, you tell me!"
Hearing Second Uncle call her name, Houtu shuddered. Then she raised her head and saw the gentle, kindly expression on her Second Uncle's face.
With a wail, she burst into tears.
As she cried, she shook her head furiously, choking out through sobs, "Second Uncle... I... I don't know..."
Seeing Houtu's tear-streaked face, Hong Yuan smiled and slowly extended a hand.
He gently placed it on Houtu's head.
Just as Houtu thought she was about to be driven into the ground like Gong Gong and the others, Hong Yuan merely rubbed her head.
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