After he finished speaking, before Zhu Rong could continue mocking him, the ten-thousand-foot Golden Crow spread its wings and shot straight into the heavens.
"He didn't even dare fight. What a coward. I came all this way for nothing—I thought I'd get to fight someone."
"I should've asked Gonggong to come instead."
Zhu Rong curled his lip and watched the black speck disappear into the distance.
The bearded giant then turned around again. His body shrank to human size, and he landed on the mountaintop, looking at Lin Changqing.
"Changqing, let me tell you, I've known your master for a long time. We even ate Demon Clan meat together and climbed Buzhou Mountain together."
"Come! Visit my tribe. I'll teach you the Great Dao of Fire!"
Zhu Rong raised his eyebrows at Lin Changqing, but Lin Changqing shook his head so hard it looked like a rattle drum.
As if! The Witch Clan's beauties were all broad-backed and brawny, even more muscular than the big fool Hou Yi.
And now these Ancestor Witches were inviting him over with such suspicious enthusiasm. Every one of them stood at the Quasi-Sage peak in strength. Who would dare go?
"No, no! Senior, my master is urging me to return. I really can't stay!"
Lin Changqing hurriedly replied. By then, the other Ancestor Witches had also landed and gathered around them.
"Little friend Changqing, Zhu Rong's tribe is indeed far away. My Ju Mang Tribe is closer. Come to my place!"
"Who says? My Houtu Tribe isn't far either. Come to my place—it's on the way back to Kunlun Mountain!"
"My Xuan Ming Tribe..."
Watching the Ancestor Witches start arguing again, with even the two female Ancestor Witches, Xuan Ming and Houtu, glaring and bristling, Lin Changqing felt another headache coming on.
"Seniors, I'm