At that moment, Ancestral Witch Houtu, seated beside Ye Xuan, revealed a side of herself that greatly surprised the Three Xiāo Fairies.
In the established understanding of the beings of the Primordial Wilderness, the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Wu Clan were all supreme killing gods, mad for battle, rough and brutal. They cultivated no Primordial Spirit, only their physical bodies, embodying destruction and strength.
Yet Houtu now showed none of an Ancestral Wu's violent, warlike bearing.
She had shed the coldness and killing intent she carried on the battlefield, and her manner had become exceedingly gentle and dignified.
Smiling, Houtu softly shared the customs and ways of life across the Primordial Wilderness with the Three Xiāo Fairies, describing the strange mountains and landscapes surrounding Pangu Hall.
When she saw that Bixiao had gotten grease on the corner of her mouth from eating too quickly, Houtu naturally took out a snow-white silk handkerchief, leaned forward slightly, and tenderly wiped it away.
"Eat slowly. No one is going to snatch it from you. If you like it, just have your Big Brother Ye Xuan make more for you in the future." Houtu's voice carried the acceptance and loving kindness of Mother Earth.
Bixiao froze for a moment, then her little face flushed faintly as she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment. "Thank you, Sister Houtu."
Houtu's approachable, gentle, and dignified nature instantly shattered the Three Xiāo Fairies' preconceived notions of the Wu Clan and won their wholehearted affection.
Yun Xiāo and Qiong Xiāo also took the initiative to chat with Houtu, sharing tales of the rare treasures deep within the East Sea and their insights into cultivation.
The four peerless beauties soon became fast friends. Clear, silver-bell laughter rang out beside the campfire from time to time, and they addressed one