Daochen's eyes were cold and sinister, filled with undisguised murderous intent. If this Golden Immortal of the Witch Clan tried anything dishonest, he would not hesitate to erase him outright.
Who cared whether he belonged to the Witch Clan?
Even if the Twelve Ancestral Witches came, he would kill them just the same!
Under Daochen's icy gaze, the Golden Immortal witch's heart clenched. He hastily lowered his head, not daring to meet Daochen's eyes.
He then bowed and replied, "My lord, you may not know this, but ever since the Ancestral Witches entered seclusion, the clan has been jointly governed by the great witches. A thousand years ago, food grew scarce on Mount Buzhou. To ensure our people's survival, several great witches discussed the matter, and our great witch Xiangliu led some of our clansmen here."
"Food grew scarce on Mount Buzhou?"
Daochen froze at those words.
The mighty Mount Buzhou, the foremost sacred land in the Primordial World, and you actually ate your way through its food supply???
Daochen looked utterly dumbfounded.
Even setting aside the nearly limitless natural treasures within Mount Buzhou, surely the ordinary beasts and members of the Demon Race living around it numbered at least ten billion!
And you still managed to eat it bare??
Just how fucking much could each of you witches eat!!
Not only Daochen, but Zhao Gongming and the Three Xiao Sisters also stared at the Golden Immortal witch in bewilderment.
Although they had never visited Mount Buzhou, they knew its mighty reputation.
Mount Emei alone had hundreds of millions of demons and ordinary beasts.
How much more would Mount Buzhou have?
At that moment, they suddenly realized how fortunate they were to have become Daochen's disciples. Otherwise, if they stayed here long enough, they would probably end up in these