Merit for saving the world.
The term was easy enough to understand: merit earned by saving the world. But what was wrong with this world? It was perfectly fine, so why did it need saving? And who would ultimately save it?
Two questions instantly surfaced in Houtu's mind. However, looking at the utterly bewildered bear before her, she did not voice them immediately, lest she frighten him and expose her secret ability to hear his thoughts.
Otherwise, if this bear stopped bothering to think things through in his head, she would lose a unique ability. If she used the Mind-Listening Technique to eavesdrop on his thoughts, he would most likely notice.
So she had to take it slowly, wait for a suitable opportunity, and coax the answers to those two questions out of him. Then...
She would turn the tables and demand, Hmph! Why didn't you tell me something this important sooner?
Then she would administer some family discipline!
With that thought, Houtu maintained her earlier composed expression and said to Gungun, "Let's go to the East Sea. The sooner we settle this, the sooner I can focus on managing the affairs of the earth."
"Uh, Ancestral Witch, there's no need to trouble you to go personally. I think one bear should be more than enough," Gungun said, blinking and putting away his bewildered expression.
"Really? What you think doesn't matter. What I think does. Let's go." With that, Houtu walked toward Gungun, swung her arm, and lifted him straight off the ground before heading toward a nearby squad of Lesser Witches carrying a carriage.
"Lady Ancestral Witch!" At Houtu's approach, the Lesser Witches all bowed to her.
"Mm." Houtu nodded, then glanced over the carriage and asked Gungun, who dangled from her hand, "Shall we go there immediately, or