Hearing Tongtian's words and feeling the little bottle thrust into his bear paw, Gungun truly did not know what to say.
Who knew you were this kind of person, Tongtian?
"Remember, pick out an Iron-Eating Beast better than Yuanshi's and send it to me. Otherwise, I'll reluctantly take you as my mount!" When Gungun failed to answer immediately, Tongtian threatened him.
"Celestial Worthy, I'm already Ancestral Witch Houtu's mount." Hearing Tongtian say this again, Gungun took a deep breath and answered him earnestly.
The great god Gungun was extraordinary by birth. He would rather die than serve as a male's mount.
"Hmph, then I'll just snatch you away. It's not as though I'm afraid of Houtu." Tongtian turned his head and looked aside.
Hearing this, Gungun inwardly curled his lip. Yes, Houtu can't beat you one-on-one, but the Witch Race rules the earth. The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation jointly laid down by the twelve Ancestral Witches can manifest Pangu's true body and summon the heavenly divine lightning of chaos. You haven't even become a sage yet. How do you have the nerve to say that?
Forget it. Gungun could not be bothered to argue with Tongtian over this; he would certainly be the one to suffer in the end. After thinking it over, he said, "Celestial Worthy, if you want to surpass the Celestial Worthy of Jade Pure in terms of mounts, I don't think choosing one of us Iron-Eating Beasts is a wise move."
"What did you say? Are you calling me unwise?" Tongtian turned back and glared at Gungun menacingly.
"No, Celestial Worthy, your wisdom is naturally without equal. It's just that this little bear thinks you've fallen into a trap. Think about it: the Celestial Worthy of Jade Pure chose one of us Iron-Eating Beasts