"Young master, we're back."
"Little sister, come see what we caught! We can eat our fill this time!"
Di Jiang and Xuanming walked in, each carrying two white cranes, one in either hand.
"Huh? Why aren't you happy? Why is nobody paying attention to me?" Di Jiang asked unhappily.
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed Di Jun and Taiyi's dark expressions.
His heart skipped a beat, and he said in surprise, "Di... Di... Di..."
Houtu saw what was happening. This was bad—Di Jiang was about to let the cat out of the bag.
She hurriedly cut in. "Di what? These are two younger brothers of Sister Feng's. Don't you remember? You've met them before."
Di Jiang secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, Houtu had reacted quickly; otherwise, he would have nearly blown their cover. He hastily changed course. "Right, right. These two stinkers. I remember them well."
"Isn't it a bit much to do this right in front of me?" Di Jun asked in a low voice, his expression dark.
"Di Jun, you were just saying all the right things and that you wanted to try the barbecue too. And now you're going back on your word?" Houtu mocked without holding back.
Taiyi said coolly, "The three of you, the Demon Clan will remember what your Witch Clan has done today."
"Hmph, you think I'm afraid of you? Don't try to scare me!" Houtu shot back defiantly.
Taiyi remained expressionless. He gave Nuwa an apologetic smile. "Fellow Daoist, you saw it for yourself. It's not that I refuse to keep my promise; the Witch Clan has simply gone too far."
Nuwa was at a loss for words and could only let out a helpless sigh.
It was all because Di Jun and Taiyi had arrived at just the wrong moment and