The twelve Witch Ancestors came in a hurry and left in a hurry.
Across the Primordial Land, countless living beings were busy repairing the earth veins, saving other beings, or being saved by them.
These Witch Ancestors had little time to stay behind for a final farewell. They came in haste and departed in haste, fully displaying their bold and free-spirited nature.
Life was what they desired, and righteousness was what they desired as well; they would give up life to uphold righteousness.
Watching their receding figures, Wu Chu could not help feeling somewhat melancholy. Scenes of their joyful reunions throughout these endless years surfaced in his mind.
He remembered how they had knocked him unconscious and carried him into Miss Houtu's room.
As he thought about it, his eyes gradually grew moist.
After this parting, when they met again, perhaps everything would have changed.
Without realizing it, Wu Chu took out a flute and began to play.
As the vast and distant melody of "Beyond the Tearstains," carrying a bleak sorrow, drifted into the distance alongside the Grey Eagle, countless beings on Purple Jade Mountain slowly set down their work and listened in silence. As though affected by the tune, their noses stung and their eyes moistened.
The departing Witch Ancestors seemed to hear the sorrow and reluctance in the flute's music. Tears welled in their eyes, yet they put on a bold front and threw back their heads in laughter.
Little Fox and Xiao Yu came to Wu Chu's side, one on each side, and hugged him from behind. They silently rested their heads on his shoulders, as though comforting him without words.
Pangu's phantom silently turned his head to look at him. His expression did not change much. He did not quite understand the emotions of these