Xuanming's expression shifted slightly, while Zhurong sneered. "You little girl never concern yourself with the Witch Clan's affairs, big or small. And now you dare speak of the Witch Clan's fortunes and opportunities?"
Dijiang's expression darkened, a glint flashing briefly in his eyes.
Others might not know, but he did: Houtu must have some opportunity or secret he knew nothing about.
He instinctively sensed that it had to be connected to the expert who had drawn the manuscript.
Now was the time to get her to explain. He couldn't let Zhurong keep stirring things up.
If Houtu got angry and left in a huff, they might miss this opportunity entirely.
"Zhurong, you really need to rein in that temper of yours. Couldn't you wait for Houtu to finish?"
Dijiang spoke mildly, but his calm tone carried a hint of pressure.
Zhurong's expression turned grim. A few days ago, his cultivation had been on par with Dijiang's, so he naturally hadn't cared about Dijiang's attempts to intimidate him.
But now, Dijiang's cultivation had seemingly edged ahead of his, making Zhurong wary and deeply resentful.
He was just as curious. Dijiang hadn't even left, so how had he managed to improve so easily and gain such a deep understanding of the Space Law?
"Hmph. I'd like to see what game you're playing, Houtu," Zhurong said with a cold snort.
Houtu considered this for a moment. "Dijiang, Goumang, Rushou—you are the Ancestor Witches of space, wood, and metal, respectively. I need you to come with me somewhere and help me build a house."
Zhurong burst out laughing. "I thought it was something important. You just need a house built? Do you really need an Ancestor Witch to handle that personally? You could simply ask a few ordinary members of the Witch Clan."
"Heh.