Houtu felt deeply comforted.
Ever since the Witch Clan had scattered, Xuanming had vanished, Zhujiuyin had entered a temporal rift, Gonggong had died after crashing into a mountain, and Zhurong had fled to the Southern Bright Volcano, where he had remained for tens of thousands of years, Houtu had felt she had no one to rely on in this prehistoric world and had to depend on herself for everything.
Now she suddenly learned that she had a senior brother here—and he had immediately used his own companion treasure, the Divine Turtle Shell, to protect her residence. Her heart filled with warmth.
"Senior Brother Beichen is a Great Dao Saint of Water. With the Divine Turtle Shell protecting my residence, I doubt anyone in this prehistoric world besides Old Ancestor Hongjun could break through his defenses! I can finally stay here in peace!"
"My senior brother really is thoughtful!"
Who could have guessed that barely had Beichen left when there was a commotion outside the gate.
A weathered, somewhat sly voice rang out from beyond it.
"Empress Houtu, Jieyin and Zhunti of the Great Vow Sect in the West have come to pay their respects!"
"The two Sages of the West?"
Houtu stirred and was about to rise.
Then she remembered Beichen's words and calmed herself. So the ones my senior brother said would come to claim a share of the fortune are those two from the West!
Back at Zixiao Palace, the Two Sages of the West had made a spectacle of themselves, shamelessly weeping and whining.
They had shamelessly stolen seats, shamelessly snatched petty advantages, and everything they did or said reeked of shamelessness.
Though Houtu had never drawn much attention, she had watched them closely from the sidelines and had no fondness for the Two Sages of