"So, at this moment, you cannot feel much empathy with the accusations and anger of your peers...
Thus, when it comes to good and evil, once you Ancestral Witches turn to evil, you bring disaster upon the world and leave behind endless poison!
And the Demon Race has the same problem as your Witch Clan. So even if you, Houtu, share the karma of becoming Dao companions with me, Spirit Vine Lin Tian, that is karma between you and me, our own opportunity and good fortune. I, Spirit Vine, have neither the means nor the obligation to resolve this immeasurable calamity between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race for you!
Once it is resolved, the Human Race or the Spirit Vine School will have to bear the karma of this immeasurable calamity. Do you understand what I mean?"
At that moment, Houtu fully understood what Vine Dao Venerable Lin Tian and all the little partners under the Spirit Vine School meant.
She also understood what their angry rebukes were directed at.
Her proud, defiant expression slowly crumbled.
Then two trails of clear tears hung upon her lovely face. She bowed gracefully to Lin Tian and said softly, "Since that is the case, I, Houtu, can only return to Mount Buzhou and resume my place among the Twelve Ancestral Witches. As for the future, when we meet again, it may be on the battlefield, in a fight to the death, or with neither of us acknowledging the other... I, Houtu, will not regret it."
Even though Lin Tian had surveyed the three thousand laws and the Three Thousand Great Daos, with countless law origins, orders, and chaos union with the Dao swiftly circulating within his heart and moving through his sea of consciousness in a single thought, he still faced