"What do we need a refrigerator for? What a waste!"
Gonggong sneered. "What use is this thing? Freezing stuff? Isn't that something we can do with a flick of the hand? I think that Electric Roaster and oven are pretty decent. Prepare one hundred thousand and one for our Witch Clan!"
"Gonggong, I don't feel like fighting you today. Don't force me to slap you in a place like this!"
Zhurong's face darkened, thick flames spewing from his nostrils.
He exerted a little force with his hand.
He directly crushed half the refrigerator door into a ball of iron!
"Slap me? With that little skill of yours? You think I'm afraid of you?"
"Fine, fine, fine! We'll have it out here today and see whose abilities are greater!"
"Come on, who's afraid of who..."
As the two Ancestral Witches argued, tempers flared. Both were about to transform into their Ancestral Witch True Bodies and fight here, but Dijiang held them down with a dark expression and scolded, "If you want to fight, go back and fight! Don't make fools of yourselves here!"
"Hmph!"
Zhurong and Gonggong turned away with cold snorts, their chests heaving.
Seeing that the Twelve Ancestor Witches of the Witch Clan were not harmonious among themselves,
the Demon Sages and Demon Gods of the Demon Heavenly Court sneered inwardly, growing even more contemptuous of the Witch Clan.
"If you uncles like them, why not just give them to you? Forget one hundred thousand refrigerators and Electric Roasters—so long as you uncles like them, we can give you a million of each!"
Qingyuan smiled. "As long as you uncles like the products of our Three Sects."
"Thank you, Nephew-Disciple Qingyuan. We will pay for the goods in full. Our Witch Clan has never owed anyone a favor."
Dijiang