The voice was not loud, yet it rang in their ears like thunder, instantly suppressing the unrest. As the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the master of Space Power, Dijiang naturally exuded majesty.
He turned to Houtu and softened his tone slightly. "Little Sister Houtu, sorry to trouble you, but please prepare another table."
Houtu chuckled lightly, her features as warm as the spring sun. In a gentle voice, she said, "Big Brother, you flatter me. It's only a small matter."
Before her voice had even faded, a glint flashed through her eyes, and a streak of earthen-yellow light swept across her pupils. In an instant, dust and sand gathered where they stood, and a complete stone table rose from the ground, as though it had never disappeared.
Everyone glanced sideways. Her control over the source of the earth had already reached perfection.
Dijiang stroked his beard and nodded, his eyes filled with approval. "Little Sister Houtu's Earth Element Spiritual Power is becoming more and more flawless. In less than a hundred years, I'm afraid she'll take another major step forward!"
"Big Brother, you flatter me. Compared to your ability to traverse the void, Little Sister is ashamed of her inferiority." Houtu smiled softly, her brows and eyes as gentle and all-encompassing as the earth. As the Ancestral Witch who ruled over the thick earth, she possessed less ferocity and more benevolence, but the battle intent hidden in her bones had never faded. Beneath that gentle radiance lurked a wild tide that had lain dormant for far too long.
Dijiang smiled faintly without replying. Once the Twelve Ancestral Witches had taken their places, his expression suddenly turned solemn. "Although our clan has repeatedly defeated the Yao Race, we have not wounded them at their roots. Given the Yao