Four-Unlike still had no idea that the Primordial Heavenly Venerable had taken a dislike to him. Seeing Gungun again had reminded him of how he had once demanded the Qilin Seal, only to receive a savage beating instead, and the bear's current words had genuinely enraged him. He had lost his composure and hurled a couple of curses. After apologizing, he heard Gungun say that the Demon Race might attack Kirin Emperor Forest right now, and immediately grew anxious.
His composure shattered. Without any preamble, he followed the Primordial Heavenly Venerable's earlier instructions and shouted at Gungun, "Enough! Stop talking! You came here to make me lead the qilin clan into joining the Witch Race, didn't you? Well, dream on!"
"What did you say?" Hou Yi stepped forward, reaching for the Eight-Direction Sun-Shooting Bow on his back.
"Wait, Great Shaman, let me handle this." Gungun got up, jumped over to Hou Yi, and tugged hard on his clothes as he spoke.
Hou Yi staggered from the tug, then lowered his head to look at the enormous, fat bear. Their eyes met, and then...
"All right, Brother Gungun. I'll leave him to you." Hou Yi released his grip on the Sun-Shooting Bow and lowered his hand.
"Mm-hmm. Brother, I didn't come here just for the Witch Race. I'm sincerely thinking of your interests too. You have to believe me." Gungun nodded at Hou Yi, then addressed Four-Unlike with an utterly honest expression.
Believe you? I might as well go die!
Four-Unlike cursed inwardly, then took a deep breath and continued, "Fine. In that case, agree to one condition. As long as you agree, there's no reason my qilin clan can't join the Witch Race."
Four-Unlike had expected Gungun to say, "Name whatever condition you like." Who could have imagined...
Gungun shook