He tightly clasped Hou Tu's hand!
Hou Tu tried to pull away a few times, but seeing that Hong Yun wouldn't let go—and that the people around them were looking increasingly suggestive—her face grew even hotter.
Seeing this, Hong Yun hurriedly said to Zhen Yuan Zi and the Ancestral Dragon,
"This isn't the place to talk."
"Let's go to Hou Tu's hall and discuss things in detail!"
As he spoke, he gave the two of them a meaningful look.
Then he took Hou Tu by the hand, and in a flash, they vanished.
Zhen Yuan Zi and the Ancestral Dragon exchanged smiles and chuckled.
Meanwhile, on the training grounds,
a few Great Shamans had been watching from a distance without saying a word.
At last, one of them couldn't hold back and ran over to Zhen Yuan Zi.
It was Xing Tian!
After the Witch Clan split into twelve tribes, Xing Tian had somehow volunteered to join the Houtu Tribe.
Xing Tian leaned toward Zhen Yuan Zi as if to whisper something.
But his voice made Zhen Yuan Zi's ears ring.
"Great Immortal Zhen Yuan, what's going on between the Old Ancestor and our Ancestral Shaman?"
Zhen Yuan Zi chuckled.
"You blockhead, what would you know?"
"That's just a normal interaction between Dao Companions!"
"Go on! Get back to training!"
After shooing Xing Tian away with a few words, Zhen Yuan Zi gestured toward the Ancestral Dragon.
"Fellow Daoist Ancestral Dragon, this way..."
The two of them strolled toward Hou Tu's hall.
Xing Tian watched them go, puzzled, and couldn't help scratching his head.
"But I clearly saw that Ancestral Shaman Hou Tu looked a little aggrieved..."
"Never mind. It's the Ancestral Shamans' own business!"
"I won't get involved..."
After muttering to himself, he turned to look at the Witch