At the foot of Mount Buzhou, inside Pangu Hall—a grand, ancient palace radiating an overwhelming aura of slaughter—all the Witch Race's core fighters had gathered.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches stood in two rows, their blood and qi surging like dragons, their baleful aura reaching the heavens.
Below them stood several mighty great witches.
Di Jiang's face glowed as he took Zhao Gongming by the arm and introduced the others as proudly as if showing off his own treasures.
"Brother Zhao, come on, come meet everyone!"
"These are all pillars of our Witch Race!"
"This is Hou Yi. He's deadly accurate with a bow. This is Xing Tian, a tough guy who wields an axe!"
"This is Kuafu, quick on his feet. This is Xiang Liu, who's great with poison. And this is Jiu Feng, my little sister!"
Zhao Gongming smiled as his gaze swept over them one by one, and he gave a slight nod.
"I've long heard of your great reputations. I know you all, I know you all."
Xing Tian rubbed his huge head, still perched atop his neck, and asked with a glint in his eyes and an honest expression, "I've never even left home. Esteemed Immortal, you've heard stories about me?"
Zhao Gongming studied Xing Tian's thick neck and replied meaningfully, "No, your faces... are practically covered in stories."
As a young man from Blue Star who'd received nine years of compulsory education and was well-versed in Primordial Era web novels, how could Zhao Gongming not know?
Hou Yi Shooting the Suns had sparked the decisive battle between the Witches and the Demons, while Xing Tian danced with his Gan Qi, his indomitable spirit enduring.
Kuafu had chased the sun until he died of exhaustion, while Xiang Liu had transformed into the eight-headed serpent Yamata no