At this moment, Gong Gong and Zhu Rong also walked over.
They grinned at Shuo Feng and warmly called out, "Senior Brother!"
Although they had been formed from Pangu's Essence Blood and were also Hong Yuan's nephews,
they had been born relatively late and were far weaker than the boys and girls. Moreover, ever since their birth, Hong Yuan had rarely managed them personally, so they were generally taught in turns by the boys and girls under him.
Therefore, when facing Hong Yuan's boys and girls, the Twelve Ancestral Witches generally addressed them as Senior Brother and Senior Sister.
Hearing this, Shuo Feng helplessly shook his head. "You two really are something. Can't you learn from your other brothers and sisters?"
Gong Gong rubbed his bald head and shot Zhu Rong a disdainful glance. "Senior Brother, you've wronged me. If Zhu Rong hadn't mocked me every day, why would I bother arguing with him?"
The moment Zhu Rong heard that, he flew into a rage. "You little bastard, who's been constantly strutting around in front of me? Don't you know your bald head reflects light? Damn it, you nearly blinded me with the glare. What's wrong with me cursing you a couple of times?"
"Oh, Zhu Rong, you're looking for a fight, are you?! What's wrong with being bald? Did my bald head eat your Spiritual Fruit? Come on, enough talk. If you've got the guts, fight me for three hundred rounds!"
"Fine, let's fight! Who's afraid of you?!"
Seeing Zhu Rong and Gong Gong about to start fighting again, Shuo Feng helplessly stretched out his hand to stop them. "Enough. This is Master's order!"
Upon hearing Shuo Feng's words, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong finally calmed down and looked at him in surprise. "Second Uncle's order?"
Shuo Feng and