Hearing the bell suddenly resound throughout the Primordial World, Dijiang, who had been calmly outlining the Witch Race's next strategies, froze. Then he turned toward the north, his pupils contracting sharply, and sprang from his seat. "I'd only just worked out my plan! Taiyi, you bastard!"
"Something has happened to Kunpeng. Ju Mang, Zhurong, Gonggong, Qiang Liang, come with me to the Northern Dark Sea. Everyone else, stay and guard Mount Buzhou," Dijiang urgently told the Ancestral Witches.
"Yes, eldest brother."
The laws of space and speed rippled around Dijiang. Taking the four Ancestral Witches with him, he vanished and sped toward the Northern Dark Sea.
Watching Dijiang and the others leave, Houtu knitted her delicate brows. For some reason, unease kept stirring in her heart.
Logically, the Chaos Bell ringing in the north could only mean Taiyi had gone to make trouble for Kunpeng. But even if Taiyi beat Kunpeng to death, it would hardly matter. At most, the Witch Race would lose one ally in their planned attack on the Dragon Race of the East Sea. Why...
"So what if I make an enemy of you? We'll be enemies someday anyway."
Suddenly, an adorable yet casual voice echoed in her mind.
A glint flashed through Houtu's eyes. She remembered now. Yes, when Kunpeng had tried to kill Ao Yue at the foot of Mount Buzhou all those years ago, Gungun had muttered those words in his mind.
At the time, she had paid little attention to it. After all, she had not yet known whether Gungun's inner thoughts were true, and the Phoenix Race lacked the strength to threaten the Witch Race. But now, many things she had heard from Gungun had already become reality. That meant Kunpeng really might become an enemy of their Witch Race in