"Let's go out and take a look," Di Jiang said.
The thirteen left Pangu Hall and came before Mount Buzhou. Pan Xuan stood among the Ancestral Witches, his gaze passing through the clouds and mist between the mountains toward the peak outside Mount Buzhou.
Atop that peak, Jieyin and Zhunti sat cross-legged, their palms pressed together as golden light flowed around them. Sensing the Witch Clan members' presence, they opened their eyes and stood.
"Fellow Daoist Jieyin, Fellow Daoist Zhunti." Di Jiang's steady, powerful voice carried through the mountains. "You have come a long way. What brings you here?"
Jieyin pressed his palms together and bowed slightly. "Ancestor Witch Dijiang, Ancestral Witches, Fellow Daoist Pan Xuan. Please forgive our unannounced visit and the disturbance."
Zhunti also bowed. "We have just returned from hearing the sermon at Zixiao Palace. Passing Mount Buzhou, we remembered your kindness in restoring the Western Earth Veins all those years ago and came to pay our respects and express our thanks."
Di Jiang nodded slightly. "That is thoughtful of you both. Restoring the Western Earth Veins was Brother Pan Xuan's suggestion. We merely did our part. There is no need to stand on ceremony."
Houtu said softly, "Fellow Daoists, please come inside Pangu Hall so we can talk."
Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance. Jieyin said, "Then we shall accept rather than stand on ceremony."
The thirteen led Jieyin and Zhunti into Pangu Hall.
Inside Pangu Hall, the Twenty-Four-Grade Creation Green Lotus slowly revolved beneath the vaulted ceiling, shedding a wash of Light of Chaos. That light enveloped the entire hall, filling Jieyin and Zhunti with a sense of indescribable grandeur and solemnity. They could sense Father God Pangu's aura within the green lotus, closely bound to the Witch Clan's fortune.
"What a magnificent Pangu Hall,"