"Eldest Brother, Second Brother is right. The Twelve Ancestral Witches' Pangu True Form may be formidable, but we Three Pure Ones are no pushovers either. If they stay away, so be it. If they come, I'll blunt the Witch Clan's edge!"
For once, Tongtian did not side with Laozi, instead speaking in support of Yuanshi.
Everyone had a temper. With the Witch Clan behaving like this, Tongtian had long been seething inside.
Before, he had lacked a suitable spirit treasure, so he had let it slide. But now he was about to break through to the mid Quasi-Saint stage and had partially refined the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords. Naturally, he no longer feared the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"Third Brother has a point. I was worrying too much."
Laozi frowned and pondered for a moment before speaking.
Endlessly yielding and swallowing their anger was no solution. The Pangu Orthodox Succession Dispute with the Twelve Ancestral Witches would have to reach a conclusion eventually.
The Three Pure Ones could yield on other matters, but they could never surrender the title of the Pangu Orthodox Lineage.
That was their bottom line!
They were destined Sages, born from Pangu's Primordial Spirit. If even they bowed their heads, it would be tantamount to slapping Pangu in the face.
Besides, all three had grown considerably stronger and no longer feared the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
It was fine if they stayed away. If they really came, they would simply fight!
Seeing Laozi and Tongtian finally agree with him, Yuanshi could not help feeling a surge of satisfaction.
"Even so, we must not grow impatient. Continue your seclusion and cultivate diligently. Refine the Primordial Purple Qi with heaven-opening merit and await the opportunity to attain the Dao. That is the proper path."
After speaking, Laozi added this reminder.
"Yes,