Inside Pangu Hall, just as Di Jiang was venting his anger, a calm voice sounded from outside.
"Brother Di Jiang, I am Zhen Yuanzi. I have come to pay you a visit today."
Di Jiang furrowed his brow at the voice, puzzled. "Zhen Yuanzi has never had any dealings with the Witch Race. Why would he come here today?"
Zhu Jiuyin said, "We have nothing else to do, so there's no harm in meeting him." He thought that Di Jiang was already in a foul temper. Rather than let him keep venting and risk doing something rash, it would be better to give him something else to focus on and let him cool down on his own.
Di Jiang nodded and ordered, "Open the doors and let him in!"
A short while later, Zhen Yuanzi entered at an unhurried pace, exuding an immortal air. He bowed to Di Jiang. "Zhen Yuanzi pays his respects."
Di Jiang sat upon the throne in Pangu Hall and regarded him with narrowed eyes. "What brings you to the Witch Race?"
Zhen Yuanzi smiled faintly. "Nothing in particular. I've come to avert the calamity that threatens to destroy the Witch Race."
At his words, the eleven Ancestral Witches present all changed expression and glared at him. Di Jiang rose to his feet, his gaze brimming with murderous intent.
Yet Zhen Yuanzi remained unruffled. He gave his horsetail whisk a light flick, standing calm and composed.
Di Jiang said coldly, "I'll give you a chance. Tell me what calamity threatens to destroy the Witch Race. If your answer satisfies me, you'll be our honored guest. If it doesn't, don't expect to leave Pangu Hall alive today."
"Haha!" Zhen Yuanzi gave a soft laugh and looked calmly at Di Jiang. "What calamity threatens the Witch Race? Surely