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With the Qilin Seal back in hand, Gungun immediately bade Houtu farewell. A flash of black-and-white light, and he vanished from the spot to find Four-Unlike. He could feel himself growing sleepy already. He had to get this matter settled quickly, then have a good rest, or else...
Yawning nonstop was no pleasant feeling.
After Gungun left, Houtu rose to her feet and said softly, "It seems it really is Gungun."
"To think the Witch Scribe of our Witch Race would be an Iron-Eating Beast. I find that rather hard to accept." An indifferent voice sounded behind Houtu, and Dijiang strode out of Pangu Hall.
Houtu turned to look at Dijiang. "But eldest brother, isn't the Demon Race's Demon Master also the crown prince of the Phoenix Race? Compared with that, there's nothing wrong with Gungun being our Witch Scribe, is there?"
"That's true, but... forget it. At least that bear has been with us for over a hundred thousand years. Unlike Dijun and Taiyi, who forced Kunpeng to join the Heavenly Court, then appointed him Demon Master not long afterward. Hmph, they don't even feel awkward about it."
Dijiang snorted coldly, then instructed Houtu, "Keep after that bear for a while. Make him put in more effort and create the Witch Script for our Witch Race sooner. Tell him that all the merit will belong to him then, including whatever descends upon our Witch Race. No witch will fight him for it."
"Yes, eldest brother," Houtu answered, lowering her head.
Meanwhile, at the Houtu Tribe's encampment.
Black-and-white light flashed, and Gungun returned.
"Well? Did you get it back?" Four-Unlike immediately hurried over and asked anxiously.
"Yes. Here you go," Gungun said, raising his paw. A seal in it radiated golden divine light and an