The two in the west reacted far more calmly.
Jieyin's face was sallow, his eyes slightly closed, as though he paid no heed to the commotion.
The corners of Zhunti's mouth, however, lifted slightly, revealing an almost imperceptible smile.
"Senior Brother," Zhunti transmitted, "the Witch Clan has stirred up another great commotion."
Jieyin slowly opened his eyes, a trace of gratification flashing through them:
"The Divine Dao System... truly is exquisite beyond compare. Mountains have Mountain Gods, the land has Earth Gods, waters have Water Gods, and cities have City Gods.
"If this system spreads, the order of the Primordial World will be renewed. The Witch Clan is doing something momentous that benefits heaven and earth."
Zhunti said, "When they repaired the Western Earth Veins back then, I knew the Witch Clan was no ordinary people.
"Now it seems their vision is even broader than I imagined. But the others in Zixiao Palace probably won't see it that way."
Jieyin said evenly, "Each has their own destined connections. The Witch Clan is a favorable connection worth cultivating. The west should cherish it."
Inside Zixiao Palace, the cultivators who had not secured seats on the meditation cushions were also discussing the matter.
Shock, bewilderment, wariness, jealousy-all manner of emotions spread through the crowd.
The Witch Clan had twice drawn blessings from the Great Dao. This could no longer be explained by "Pangu's Legacy."
The Great Dao was utterly impartial. It would not favor someone simply because they were Pangu's descendants.
That the Witch Clan had twice gained the Great Dao's recognition could only mean one thing: the path they walked was right.
Upon the raised platform, Hong Jun took in everyone's reactions.
His face remained as calm as still water, without a single ripple.
But his gaze was deeper than ever.