Houtu smiled lightly. "Zhurong, you were gracious earlier. I wasn't actually coveting your seat, so let's put the matter behind us. You have a wealth of combat experience. Just now, you were simply too arrogant."
Zhurong gave a bitter smile and waved his hand. "There's no need to say that now. I lost because I was outmatched. A loss is a loss."
With that, Zhurong slowly walked to the back and gave up his seat.
The Witch Clan respected strength above all. Since he had lost, he accepted it for the time being, though he secretly resolved to spar with Houtu again someday.
Once Zhurong had taken his seat, Houtu suddenly remembered something.
She casually produced two stones. "Zhurong, would you like these?"
Zhurong looked up and saw that they were nothing more than two ordinary stones.
"Houtu, are you trying to humiliate me?" Zhurong asked angrily, restraining his fury.
Dijiang said with displeasure, "You know Houtu's nature. Why would she take something out specifically for you if it were ordinary? It must be genuinely useful to you."
Zhurong said coldly, "We Witch Clan members cultivate only our physical bodies. When have we ever used other aids? Besides, even if they were useful to me, I might not want them."
Houtu said with a teasing smile, "Zhurong, don't regret this. These two stones really are extraordinary."
"Hmph. No matter how you praise them, I don't want them."
Houtu smiled faintly and stirred her mind.
Her Nascent Soul swiftly left her body.
All the Ancestor Witches rose as one, their eyes fixed on Houtu in utter shock!
Xuanming's body trembled uncontrollably. This was Nascent Soul Leaving the Body—a feat none of them, the Ancestor Witches, had managed in countless years. Houtu had done it!
What's more, the power of her Nascent