Outside Pangu Hall in the Witch Race, the thunderous roars shook the heavens, while baleful energy stirred the winds and clouds.
Following the noise, Zhao Gongming saw Ancestral Witch Houtu standing at the edge of the battlefield.
She covered her face with both hands, looking utterly helpless, and let out a long sigh.
"Ah..."
"What a mess..."
Zhao Gongming walked up to her and, though he already knew the answer, asked with concern,
"Martial Uncle Houtu, what happened? Why do you look so troubled?"
Houtu lowered her hands and pointed at the two figures facing off in the distance, her voice weary.
"What else could it be? Those two foolish brothers of mine!"
"Zhu Rong and Gong Gong can't go a single day without fighting!"
"I don't know what got into them today, but they're hurling even more insults at each other than usual!"
"They both claim they've gotten top-tier treasures, and now they insist on fighting to see who's stronger!"
At that, Houtu turned to Zhao Gongming, her eyes full of curiosity and suspicion.
"Martial Nephew, tell me... who made those treasures for them?"
"Whoever it was must be a real piece of work... I mean, those treasures are so unusual. You don't see anything like them often in the Primordial Era."
"Cough, cough..."
Zhao Gongming coughed awkwardly, his eyes shifting as he avoided Houtu's gaze.
Her keen eyes caught his reaction at once.
She widened her beautiful eyes and asked, baffled,
"Could... you have made them?"
Zhao Gongming scratched his head and gave an awkward grin.
"Well... they insisted, so I whipped them up while I was at it. Just doing a good deed!"
Houtu covered her face again and let out a despairing groan.
"This is bad. The Witch Race will never know peace now!"
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