"Little sister, did you really come up with this plan?"
"Little Sister Houtu, you're getting more impressive by the day. Not only do your fists hit harder than before, but your mind is sharper too."
"Eldest brother, I say we follow Little Sister Houtu's plan. I can hardly wait to see the looks on Zhunti's and Jieyin's faces."
"Hahaha! With such a clever little sister as Houtu, let's see who dares say we Ancestral Witches only know how to use our fists, not our brains!"
Seeing her elder brothers' reactions, Houtu lowered her head somewhat sheepishly and explained in a quiet voice:
"Eldest brother, I didn't come up with this plan. It was actually Lin Tian who..."
At that, Dijiang's eyes flickered slightly, and he declared in a tone that cut through iron and nails:
"Little sister, this plan can only have come from you. It must have nothing whatsoever to do with Lin Tian."
"Lin Tian is still only a great encompassing golden immortal. His strength is far too weak."
"And this plan will offend those two Saints, Zhunti and Jieyin, beyond all hope of reconciliation."
"So we need to protect him. Do you understand?"
After saying this, Dijiang swept a stern gaze over the other Ancestral Witches.
Though these Ancestral Witches preferred using their fists, they understood the importance of this matter.
They all solemnly promised that they would not let it leak.
As each Ancestral Witch gave their solemn assurance, Dijiang also began to suspect where the Thought Intent Method had come from.
After all, Dijiang had led the Twelve Ancestral Witches in building the Witch Clan into one of the Primordial World's dominant powers. He was no fool.
It was just that, ordinarily, he was like the other Ancestral Witches: he preferred settling problems cleanly with