Not long after Houtu took her seat in Pan Gu Hall, Zhurong walked in with a smile.
"Hahaha, eldest brother Dijiang, did you summon us here for something especially important?"
"I was just leading those little brats in my tribe in forging our second city."
"Heh."
"To forge this city, I specifically had Ruxiu extract a vein of innate phoenix crimsonflame gold for me, and I even used my own lifebound witch fire to smelt it."
"Once I finish forging this city, I guarantee it'll be the grandest and most magnificent of all our tribes' cities!"
"Haha!"
Zhurong seemed to have touched on something he was particularly proud of and burst into hearty laughter.
Previously, he had rushed headlong into leading his clansmen in forging their first flying city, only to find it scorned, much as one would expect.
It had been the ugliest of all the cities forged by the Ancestral Witches.
So this time, Zhurong had secretly steeled himself to forge a perfect city.
Seeing Zhurong like this, Dijiang, the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, felt a faint ache in his forehead.
He suddenly wanted to beat this oaf up.
Then he suppressed that thought, cleared his throat softly, and said:
"I summoned everyone here this time for one matter."
"This matter is extremely important to our entire Witch Clan."
"I presume you all know why we stormed Mount Sumeru last time and hacked those two Saints, Zhunti and Jieyin, to pieces."
Zhurong, who had only just quieted down, scratched his head in confusion at those words, sending a shower of sparks flying as he muttered:
"Why?"
"Wasn't it because we couldn't stand the sight of those two mangy Saints, Zhunti and Jieyin, so we went straight up there and hacked them down?"
"Still, hacking them down