"Hm?"
Li Xuan's eye twitched.
Then his whole face broke into a radiant smile.
He looked at Houtu.
Grinning, he said, "That's very kind of you. Are you sure?"
Houtu's pretty face flushed slightly as she looked at Li Xuan.
She nodded gently. "Of course... You're welcome... I only hope you won't mind how humble my home is, Daoist Brother..."
Li Xuan hurriedly waved his hand. "How could I? A beautiful woman like you invited me... Shall we go, then?"
Blushing, Houtu turned her head and said softly, "Daoist Brother, please follow me..."
With that, she mounted a cloud and headed north.
Li Xuan watched Houtu's retreating figure.
He rubbed his chin.
His eyes gleaming, he chuckled to himself, "A stroke of luck like this just fell into my lap... Does this mean my bad luck has finally run out?"
As he spoke, he picked up Treasure Distribution Rock again.
Grunting with effort, he followed behind Houtu.
Houtu was an Ancestor Witch.
Ever since the Demonic Path Calamity,
countless powerful innate beings had emerged in the Primordial Wilderness.
There were the Three Thousand Red Dust Guests of Zixiao Palace, for one.
And then there were eleven more Ancestor Witches!
Together with Houtu, they made up the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Primordial Wilderness.
These Twelve Ancestral Witches had been formed from Pangu's Essence Blood.
As a result, they were incredibly powerful!
Every one of them was a peak Primordial Golden Immortal, a supreme expert.
Everyone knew the names of the Twelve Ancestral Witches,
so there was no need to say more.
As one of the Ancestor Witches, Houtu
was naturally not as weak and delicate as she looked.
Li Xuan knew that.
So he only entertained those thoughts in his mind and teased her with his words.
If he really