Kuafu, Hou Yi, and the hundreds of thousands of Witch Death Warriors who had fought to the bitter end had no chance of surviving!
In the hearts of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Xiao Ran had long since been given an extremely important place.
Even if Xiao Ran couldn't become the Witch Race's thirteenth Ancestor Witch in the future,
he would still be the Uncrowned King of the entire Witch Race.
They would treat him as their equal and regard him as a blood brother!
Gong Gong rubbed his hands anxiously. "Sister Houtu, how is it going?"
"Is Xiao Ran still refusing to come out?"
Houtu shook her head helplessly. "I've been waiting here for many days!"
"He still refuses to come out!"
Di Jiang's expression was grave. "This is a knot in Xiao Ran's heart!"
"If he can't resolve this knot,"
"then no matter how much we try to persuade him, he won't come out!"
Xuan Ming furrowed her brows. "Sister Houtu, the great battle ended a long time ago!"
"Xiao Ran can't stay in there forever!"
"Xiao Ran used to be your subordinate. We'll have to trouble you with this, Sister."
Houtu looked at Di Jiang and the other Ancestor Witches, then nodded slightly. "All right. I'll try again."
With that, she walked to the hall entrance, took a deep breath, and said, "Xiao Ran, do you really intend to hide in there for the rest of your life?"
"In a war against the Demon Race, how could there be no deaths?"
"Although we Ancestor Witches lost tens of millions of talented people, we don't blame you at all!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches waited for a long while, but the hall remained silent.
Houtu spread her hands helplessly at Di Jiang and the others. She gave a bitter laugh and said nothing more.
"Xiao Ran, have you forgotten how your subordinates died?"
Zhu Rong stepped forward and spoke in a booming voice.
"Xiao Ran, don't dwell on the past! We can avenge ourselves on those Demon Race mongrels later!"
"Come out. We can discuss together how to exact revenge on the Demon Race!"
Di Jiang and the other Ancestor Witches chimed in one after another.
But the hall's massive doors remained as immovable as a rock.
Xiao Ran showed no sign of coming out.
"Tap, tap!"
Two hurried sets of footsteps suddenly rang out.
Hou Yi and Kuafu, their faces full of worry, hurried over.
"Brother Xiao Ran, those who survive a calamity will be blessed in the end. We were lucky enough to survive—that's the greatest blessing of all!"
"Good brother, come out! I, Kuafu, am still waiting to drink with you and thank you for saving my life!"
Kuafu and Hou Yi called out loudly.
Inside the hall,
Xiao Ran raised his head and looked toward the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Hou Yi, and Kuafu. He remained silent.
Their words had reached his ears loud and clear!
But whenever he thought of that devastating, cataclysmic battle a hundred years ago,
he still felt an overwhelming rage that he couldn't quell!
Tens of millions of his people had died on the battlefield just like that!
A ruthless glint flashed through Xiao Ran's eyes!
This was a blood feud that could never be forgiven!
Even if he, Xiao Ran, had to give everything and pay for it with his entire life,
he would wipe out the entire Demon Race.
He would make the Demon Race pay in blood!
He had woken up several days ago.
The Ancestor Witches and several Great Witches close to him had come repeatedly to try to persuade him,
urging him to pull himself together!
But Xiao Ran had still kept his doors shut.
Now, all the powerful figures of the Witch Race had come.
If he continued to refuse to see them,
it really would be unreasonable!
More than a hundred years had passed since that brutal battle.
It was time to let go.
Xiao Ran casually waved his hand, sending a brilliant streak of immortal light into the stone door.
"Creak!"
The stone doors of the hall swung open.
Xiao Ran walked out slowly, his expression calm and composed.
"Greetings, honored Ancestor Witches!"
Xiao Ran cupped his hands and bowed to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"Haha, you finally came out!"
"I knew you wouldn't be so easily defeated!"
"Don't worry about all the people in your tribe being wiped out. We'll figure something out for you!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches beamed as they spoke.
Di Jiang thought for a moment, then said, "Xiao Ran, your tribe has been almost completely wiped out."
"We'll each transfer a million Witch Race warriors to your tribe!"
"That way, your tribe will have tens of millions of soldiers!"
"My brothers and sisters, what do you think?"
The other Ancestor Witches had no objections to Di Jiang's proposal.
They all agreed without hesitation.
Xiao Ran, however, merely smiled calmly and refused outright. "No!"
"I'm grateful for your kindness, honored Ancestor Witches!"
"But from today onward, I no longer wish to lead any tribe!"
Houtu's eyes widened in disbelief. "Why?"
"Do you have other plans?"
Xiao Ran's voice was resolute.
"How could I forget the destruction of my tribe? How dare I forget!"
"I don't want to see another tribe wiped out!"
"Even less do I want to see countless members of our people slaughtered by the Demon Race's scum!"
"As for the Demon Race that destroyed my tribe,"
"if I find out who was behind the instigation and scheming,"
"then one day, I, Xiao Ran, will make him pay in blood for the fallen!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged glances, each wearing a wry smile.
Xiao Ran's tone was resolute this time. It seemed he had already made up his mind.
No amount of earnest pleading or a few words from them could change it!
Di Jiang remained silent for a long while before finally speaking. "All right!"
"You've made great contributions to the Witch Race this time!"
"You even saved the lives of hundreds of thousands of our Witch Death Warriors!"
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