"Little sister, where did that fatty... oh no, that Iron-Eating Beast you keep go?" Dijiang withdrew his gaze from Gonggong and turned to ask Houtu.
"I sent him and Hou Yi to find a way to bring the qilin clan under our control. According to Hou Yi's message, they're on their way to Mount Kunlun to see Four-Unlike," Houtu answered.
"Kunlun..." Dijiang murmured. Stroking his chin, he lowered his head and pondered for a while, then continued, "When he returns, bring him to see me. Perhaps he really is the future Witch Scribe and can create a writing system for our Witch Race."
"Yes, eldest brother, but..."
"But what?"
Houtu's delicate brows furrowed, and she said hesitantly, "I've lived with Gungun for over a hundred thousand years, and I know his temperament and abilities very well. If you told me he could defeat an ordinary Quasi-Saint with his magical treasures, I wouldn't be too surprised. But creating a writing system... if Sixth Brother hadn't said the Witch Scribe was a fatty hopping around in front of a great cauldron, I would never have thought of him."
At those words, all the Ancestral Witches present turned their gazes back to Zhu Jiuyin.
"What are you all looking at me for? I didn't see it wrong! It was definitely a fatty dancing in front of a great cauldron while beating a drum. As for whether he's little sister's battle companion, I don't know either. The image was too blurry!" Zhu Jiuyin cried.
"All right, enough. Little sister, bring that Iron-Eating Beast to see me when he returns!" Dijiang shook his head.
"Yes, eldest brother."
"Achoo~" Elsewhere, Gungun's nose suddenly twitched as he flew toward Mount Kunlun with Hou Yi, and he sneezed.
"Someone's talking about me behind my back again. How