Hearing that Nüwa intended to storm Mount Sumeru, Zhunti's old face twisted with embarrassment.
That was the home base the two fellow disciples had spent hundreds of thousands of years building.
With Nüwa's temper, if she really went charging over there...
Wouldn't all their painstaking work over those hundreds of thousands of years go to waste?
More importantly, once the Twelve Ancestral Witches returned, they would discover that the two had not only plundered Mount Buzhou, but also abducted members of the Witch Clan.
In the eyes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Mount Buzhou was sacred, a symbol of Pangu. Even the members of their own Witch Clan, who lived at its foot, seldom climbed it out of respect.
If they returned to find Mount Buzhou stripped bare, then with their tempers...
Wouldn't he be even more thoroughly screwed?
Zhunti's old face immediately darkened.
With the Twelve Ancestral Witches held up by the Three Pure Ones and Fuxi and Nüwa off watching the spectacle, the two had had the perfect opportunity to loot Mount Buzhou.
He simply had not expected Nüwa to return early.
It had caught him somewhat off guard.
Mystic light flashed in his hand, and a Spatial Ring containing treasures plundered from Mount Buzhou appeared. With a casual toss, he sent it flying toward Nüwa.
"Junior sister, stop hounding us. Here are your treasures. Let my senior brother and me leave."
Zhunti spoke with a stern expression.
In truth, the ring did not hold that many treasures-only about half of everything they had plundered.
He reckoned that, given Nüwa's disposition, she would not notice anything amiss.
Nüwa beckoned with her hand, then immediately sent her divine sense into the Spatial Ring to search for what she wanted.
But the next instant, she froze!
It wasn't there!
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