Houtu raised her eyes toward the depths of the Netherworld. After a long while, she slowly said, "Now that the tribulation has arrived, there is no avoiding it. Since Sage Su Yang has entrusted the three races to join forces against the demons, then we shall follow his command... protect our land, protect our race, protect our hearts."
"Exactly!" Gonggong immediately picked up the words, his voice booming. "The Primordial World is our own stove, our own fields, our own roof over our heads. It is not for outsiders to come carrying bowls and snatch food from us!"
Candle Dragon did not even lift his eyelids, Xuan Ming lowered her head to fiddle with the gold thread at her cuff, and Houtu merely slightly nodded... the three of them understood one another perfectly, treating those words as no more than wind passing through the mountains.
Only then did Xuan Ming raise her eyes, a trace of helplessness in her expression. "But I am now Meng Po, brewing the Waters of Forgetting in the underworld and guarding the Bridge of Helplessness day after day. If I suddenly abandon my post, the order of the nether offices may fall into chaos..."
Houtu nodded. "Leave this to me. Once I return to the palace, I will make the necessary arrangements for the affairs of the underworld. Then I will come find you."
Candle Dragon nodded, his gaze swept over the three of them, and his tone grew somewhat gentler. "Good. We have been trapped in Yin Mountain for too long. Coming out today feels like casting off shackles. We have not returned to the Ancestral Witch Hall in many years—why not take this chance to go back together and have a look... Are the children of the clan still learning to dance with