She was going to battle Lin Tian for another three hundred rounds!
Just as Houtu was brimming with fighting spirit, Lin Tian walked in with a spirit fruit in his hand.
"Houtu, you're awake."
"Here, have an Innate Spirit Fruit to replenish your fluids."
"From the look of you, you've recovered your stamina."
"Shall we carry on, then?"
Houtu's expression instantly wilted, and she said in a slight panic:
"Um, um... I still feel very tired."
At that moment, Houtu was like a little white rabbit, weak, pitiful, and helpless.
The fighting spirit she had kindled earlier vanished the instant she saw Lin Tian.
Houtu recalled the terror of being at Lin Tian's mercy for three thousand years.
Seeing Houtu looking so adorably timid, Lin Tian couldn't help giving a faint chuckle.
Ha, this silly woman Houtu actually has such a cowardly side.
And she calls herself an Ancestral Witch.
Still, her strength seems to have improved a little.
Looks like I need to speed up my derivation of the Thought Intent Method and solve this silly woman's problem of having no primordial spirit.
Houtu's ears twitched as she heard Lin Tian's inward jabs.
The instant she heard them, Houtu wanted to leap up and pin Lin Tian down, proving she wasn't a coward!
But that was merely something Houtu imagined in her heart.
When it came to doing that sort of thing before Lin Tian, Houtu really had grown timid-downright chickenhearted.
Yet when she heard that Lin Tian intended to derive some Thought Intent Method, Houtu paid little attention.
She merely took it as one of Lin Tian's flights of fancy.
At present, the Primordial World had only the Primordial Spirit Method passed down by Dao Ancestor Hongjun, which involved Slaying the Three Corpses to attain sainthood.
And the