"Hmph!" Having confirmed the truth, Gungun snorted loudly at Hou Yi, then shook his bear body to straighten his disheveled fur. Next, he turned his gaze toward Houtu, who was walking out of Pangu Hall, and ran to her on all fours. Hugging her thigh, he complained, "Ancestral Witch, Great Shaman Hou Yi bullied me!"
Hearing Gungun's complaint, Houtu shot Hou Yi an exasperated glance. Honestly, didn't I give you a Soft-Bone Rabbit? If you want to pet someone, go pet her! Why were you petting my Gungun? Don't you know he bites witches when he gets upset? Do you want to experience an Iron-Eating Beast's bite force?
"Ancestral Witch, I..."
"There's no need to say anything. You'll be responsible for gathering all the spirit fruits Gungun needs to eat for the next thousand years," Houtu said coolly, cutting Hou Yi off before he could finish.
"Uh... yes, Ancestral Witch." Hou Yi's face twitched at her words, and he lowered his head in respectful acknowledgment.
Providing this big, fat bear with a thousand years' worth of spirit fruits... that's quite a burden!
Still, at least I'm a Great Shaman of the Witch Race and a Quasi-Saint. I've saved up a fair amount over these past few hundred thousand years. Surely the burden won't be that heavy? Maybe.
"Yes, yes! Your judgment is fair and impartial, Lady Ancestral Witch. Rest assured, I won't stand on ceremony with Great Shaman Hou Yi. Not just spirit fruits-if there's anything edible at his place, I won't let it slip by, including that Soft-Bone Rabbit," Gungun told Houtu, looking up with a delighted expression.
"Gungun, don't get any ideas about that child!" Houtu patted his head and spoke sternly.
"Oh." Gungun's delighted expression vanished, and he drooped his head.
"Stop acting pitiful. I called you