The members of the Witch Clan had always been extraordinarily proud.
They had never even thought much of the other races.
Even the Demon Tribe, their longtime enemy, had never been worthy of their regard.
Yet now Houtu was telling them that if they wanted to return to the Primordial World, they would have to live under the Human Race's roof.
Who could stomach that?
Dijiang's expression was grave.
"Little sister, is there no other way?"
Houtu shook her head.
"I've already done everything I can. I truly can't think of another way."
With that, Houtu said nothing more.
This time, Dijiang and the others all fell silent.
The Witch Clan desperately wanted to return to the Primordial World. If possible, they even harbored ambitions of contending for supremacy once more.
But Houtu's words had utterly dashed those hopes.
Once they bore the Human Race's name, what supremacy could they possibly contend for?
Houtu stood to one side, in no hurry.
She believed that even with such harsh conditions, Dijiang and the others would not give up.
By her reckoning, they would most likely plan to assimilate into the Human Race, then overthrow it. By then, the Human Race would be the Witch Clan, but the Witch Clan would no longer be part of the Human Race.
And Dijiang and the others did not defy Houtu's expectations.
After a brief hesitation, Dijiang steeled his heart and spoke.
"Very well, little sister. We agree. Our Witch Clan is willing to intermarry with the Human Race."
The other Ancestral Witches said nothing either.
Clearly, they also agreed with Dijiang's decision.
Houtu nodded at his words.
"All right. Since you've all made your decision, I'll make another trip to Wa Huang Palace."
"I still need to discuss this with Nuwa."
With that, Houtu