Inside Pangu Hall, killing intent surged to the heavens. Xuanming, Shebishi, Zhurong, and Gonggong had all fallen unconscious.
After summoning Pangu Hall and annihilating the Nine-Headed Origin Spirit and the other great demons in a single strike, Dijiang had also severely depleted his vitality. He was now recovering with the aid of the hall's boundless killing intent.
Houtu was taken aback when she saw Nüwa arrive.
The Witch Clan and the Demon Race were now as incompatible as fire and water. Although Nüwa had not taken sides, she was still a member of the Demon Race. However, Houtu remembered that Nüwa bore no hostility toward the Witch Clan.
Houtu flew out of Pangu Hall and came before Nüwa.
"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Nüwa."
Although Houtu was an Ancestral Witch, once she assumed her innate Dao body, she was a peerless beauty whose looks were in no way inferior to Nüwa's.
"Greetings, Fellow Daoist."
Nüwa nodded slightly, with no intention of exchanging further pleasantries, and immediately told Houtu about Jieyin and Zhunti abducting members of the Witch Clan and plundering Mount Buzhou's spiritual roots.
"Thank you for informing me, Fellow Daoist. I understand."
After hearing Nüwa's account, a flash of anger immediately crossed Houtu's beautiful face.
She had never expected Jieyin and Zhunti to be so shameless. They had taken advantage of the Twelve Ancestral Witches' absence while they fought the Three Pure Ones to nearly strip Mount Buzhou clean.
More importantly, they had actually abducted members of the Witch Clan and taken them to the Western Land?
Houtu did not expect Nüwa to help the Witch Clan recover its abducted members.
After all, relations between the two races were tense. If Nüwa intervened, she would only invite criticism. Simply telling them about this was already an act of utmost kindness.
"Mm."