The Ancestral Witches were so fired up that they wanted to charge straight into the Blood Sea. Cradled in Xuan Ming's arms, Su Miao timidly raised her hand.
"Shouldn't we have some kind of strategy?"
Su Miao proposed three strategies.
It would be legitimate to clear out the Blood Sea in the name of the Witch Domain.
They could take the New Generation along for training.
They could use the Pure World White Lotus to counter the Blood Sea's filth.
Di Jiang burst into laughter and made the decision on the spot. The treasure would go to Su Miao, the territory to the Wu Race, and Minghe's life to the Three Pure Ones.
Xuan Ming held Su Miao and kissed her cheek several times in a row.
Su Miao was smothered so badly that she could not speak, and she protested in a muffled voice.
"Big Sister Xuan Ming... I don't want his underwear..."
Zhu Rong pretended to be deaf. "Fine, fine, fine! The underwear goes to you too!"]
Zhao Gongming sighed with emotion.
"This Ancestral Witch Di Jiang is quite a straightforward fellow."
Bi Xiao was a little curious. Did Junior Martial Sister have an abacus or a chessboard in her head?
All three strategies hit the mark.
"How does Junior Martial Sister's little brain work so fast? Didn't we all learn from Master? Could it be that Uncle-Master Taiqing or Uncle-Master Yuanshi taught her?"
Everyone had taken roughly the same lessons, so why was Junior Martial Sister the only one who stood out so much?
Yun Xiao's attention was elsewhere.
"Every one of her three points struck exactly where the Ancestral Witches cared most: justice, troop training, and defeating the enemy.
If someone else had said it, the Ancestral Witches might not have listened."
The Wu Race was