The Houtu Tribe had spent so many years living in peace and recuperating that the number of witches in the tribe had long surpassed one hundred thousand.
Moreover, witches had long lifespans and would not easily die of old age. The older they grew, the stronger they became. There were at least thirty thousand combatants among them.
In fact, that was excluding the women, children, and witches who disliked fighting. For a race in which everyone was a soldier, they could casually assemble a force of seventy or eighty thousand. And in such a major tribe, Yi could be considered the strongest bachelor.
Wu Chu had thought Yi was waiting, just like in the myths, for the fairy maiden destined for him. Who would have thought that he had set his sights on the flowers by Wu Chu's side?
Wu Chu did not think Houtu was joking with him. Little Moon Spirit and Little Fox were both lovable women; it was perfectly normal for Yi to like them.
Little Moon Spirit in particular was beloved even by all those powerful old figures.
Yi was indeed quite good. He was eloquent, adaptable, and unlike most other straightforward witches, he understood romance. His cultivation was also strong enough. By now, he had already touched the threshold of the Daluo Realm, only temporarily stuck there like Bai Ze and the others.
Once the witches and demons rose to prominence, he would surely become a Daluo powerhouse.
But how could Wu Chu tolerate the flowers he had painstakingly cultivated being picked by someone else? Even if that person was Yi, he would not agree.
"Heh!" Houtu braced both hands on his shoulders and looked down at him. "Tell me! What objections do you have?"
"Yi isn't suitable for them, and they clearly don't have