Seeing the expression on Hou Yi's face, how could Gungun not know what he was thinking? Fine, I should never have asked. If this fellow wasn't an idiot, there wasn't a single foolish creature in the world.
Giving the Witch Race primordial purple qi and helping them attain sagehood-how could Hongjun possibly do such a thing?
After all, the Witch Race followed the path of proving the Dao through strength. If a sage really emerged among them, then...
Who among the sages could stand against them?
That would be tantamount to handing the Witch Race the titles of greatest among sages, Protagonists of Heaven and Earth, and rulers of the Primordial World all at once. It was utterly impossible.
So...
Hopefully Houtu and the others won't fly into a towering rage when they return! Gungun looked up at the sky again and prayed inwardly.
Meanwhile, elsewhere, outside Zixiao Palace.
Hum! Space rippled, and twelve figures appeared.
Haotian, the young attendant guarding Hongjun's door, hurried over upon seeing them. He bowed with his hands clasped and said, "Greetings, Ancestral Witches."
"We wish to see the Dao Ancestor. Stand aside!" Dijiang commanded Haotian majestically.
"Well..."
"Let them in." An aged voice drifted out of Zixiao Palace.
"Yes, Master." Haotian sighed in relief at those words, turned, and bowed with his hands clasped. Then he straightened and politely gestured for the twelve Ancestral Witches to enter. "Ancestral Witches, please!"
"Hmph!" Several Ancestral Witches snorted, then walked into Zixiao Palace together.
They were all in an extremely foul mood. Initially, it had only been because Nuwa had founded the Witch Teaching, but after hearing Gungun's words, their thoughts had begun branching out.
Why had Nuwa been able to establish the Witch Teaching, and why had she dared to do so?
Wasn't it because