Qin Yun tried to persuade them again, telling them there was no need to tear down the temple—it was fine as it was.
But they still shook their heads, still intending to build a new temple.
In the end, Qin Yun could not dissuade them, and they tore down the temple.
Then, they prepared to build a new one.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were all straightforward by nature, and they tended to act impulsively.
Now that they were rebuilding the temple, they did not know how best to go about it.
The Ancestral Witches were not skilled at constructing buildings either.
Moreover, the Ancestral Witches had no Primordial Spirits and did not cultivate them. They basically knew no spells or artifact-refining arts, so it was difficult for them to build a structure.
Rebuilding a temple now truly left the Ancestral Witches at a loss.
For one thing, they were not good at it.
For another, this was a temple for the mountain god, so they could not just throw one together carelessly.
The Ancestral Witches looked at one another, and in the end, they decided to discuss it first.
Watching them, Qin Yun said, "I think any temple will do. The one we built before was already quite good."
In Qin Yun's view, any temple would do, so long as people could burn incense there.
Hearing Qin Yun say this, all the Ancestral Witches shook their heads.
"Mountain God, we will definitely build you an excellent temple!" one Ancestral Witch said.
The other Ancestral Witches nodded as well.
"Mountain God, we will definitely build an excellent temple!"
"We'll definitely make sure you like it!"
"We'll definitely make you feel proud!"
"We definitely won't make you lose face!"
"That's right!"
The Ancestral Witches all nodded together.
This concerned the mountain god's