Zhu Rong snorted, and his Southern Illumination Divine Flame sank a little lower, though he was still muttering, "I don't trust that brat Di Jun."
But much of the resistance in his tone had already faded.
Gong Gong fell silent for a moment, then slowly nodded as well.
Xuan Ming said coldly, "Since our younger brother Pan Xuan has decided, I have no objections."
Jumang, Rushou, Qiangliang, Xizi, Shebishi, and Tianwu also nodded one after another.
Houtu smiled faintly and said softly, "Younger brother Pan Xuan, go ahead without worry."
Di Jiang walked up to Pan Xuan, reached out to pat his shoulder, and said gravely:
"Brother Pan Xuan, every step the Witch Clan has taken to reach this day was planned by you.
"Since you've thought it through, the Twelve Ancestral Witches will support your decision with all our strength.
"If Di Jun agrees to come, he cannot hurt you inside Pangu Hall.
"If Di Jun refuses to come, then he will be cutting himself off from the Primordial World.
"As for how to conduct the talks in Pangu Hall, decide for yourself.
"We'll wait outside the hall and won't go in to interfere. Too many people mean too many voices, which would only hinder your private talks with Di Jun."
Pan Xuan solemnly cupped his hands. "Rest assured, elder brother Di Jiang. I know my limits."
Taiqing Laozi also nodded slowly. "My two junior brothers and I will stand guard for you outside the hall.
"If Di Jun dares to attack inside Pangu Hall, the Three Pure Ones will sense it immediately."
Tongtian even walked over to Pan Xuan, gave his shoulder a hearty pat, and said with a laugh:
"Rest assured, Brother Pan Xuan. If Di Jun dares to attack you inside Pangu Hall, my Four Swords