Beichen didn't bother trying to figure out what had happened. He knew that a huge misunderstanding had arisen between Primordial Lord of Heaven, Gonggong, and Zhujiuyin.
"Dao Ancestor's disciple, Primordial Lord of Heaven?"
Seeing Yuanshi storm toward him and Gonggong, Zhujiuyin was clearly taken aback.
Gonggong looked up as well, his astonished gaze fixed on Yuanshi. "A Saint's disciple—is this your way of interfering in the war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race?"
In response to Gonggong's question, Primordial Lord of Heaven replied coldly, "Hmph. Ancestral Witch Gonggong, the war between your Witch Clan and the Demon Race has nothing to do with the Zixiao Palace lineage. I, Yuanshi, won't interfere!"
"I came here today because you and Zhujiuyin joined forces to steal countless Spirit Jades and divine stones from Kunlun Mountain—and even took seven Gourd Dao Fruits!" Primordial Lord of Heaven's presence was imposing. "I came to retrieve these treasures. Hand them over willingly, and we can avoid a fight!"
Seeing Primordial Lord of Heaven's arrogant manner, Gonggong felt a surge of anger. "Yuanshi, disciple of a Saint, you're saying the two of us stole your things? Where's your evidence? If you don't have any, then hurry up and get lost. Don't keep pestering us!"
Gonggong didn't want to make an enemy of the Zixiao Palace lineage. As long as they didn't provoke him, he wouldn't go out of his way to antagonize them.
But now that Primordial Lord of Heaven had come looking for trouble, Gonggong wouldn't hold back.
The Ancestral Witches all believed that they were the true successors of Father God Pangu. For now, aside from Old Ancestor Hongjun, the Saint who had united with the Heavenly Dao, they didn't take anyone else seriously.
Only if Hongjun himself showed up might Gonggong speak a