"Did they say why they wanted to see Gungun?" Houtu lowered her arm and asked Xingtian.
"They said Ao Yue invited him to a banquet in the East Sea. They brought an invitation too, but refused to give it to me, saying they had to hand it to Brother Gungun in person," Xingtian answered.
"A banquet?" Houtu turned toward the East Sea, her gaze seemingly piercing space to see the dark clouds, flashing lightning, and rolling thunder over its waters. She said softly, "They actually invited Gungun to something like this? Since when was he so close to the Dragon Race? They must have some other purpose!"
"You're right, Ancestral Witch. Shall I drive those dragons away?" Xingtian asked.
"No. I'll decide after exchanging a few words with Gungun. Let them wait there for now," Houtu said after a moment's thought.
"Yes. Then may I take my leave?"
"Mm." Houtu nodded.
With her permission, Xingtian's body faded, then vanished.
After Xingtian left, Houtu looked up toward the Heavenly Court again and murmured, "The Demon Master has been in heaven for a hundred years now. It's about time the Witch Race's Witch Scribe... appeared in the world too, isn't it?"
Then she walked toward the wooden cabin.
Meanwhile, inside the wooden cabin.
Hou Yi and Jade Rabbit were still tugging hard at Gungun, trying to pull him off the cauldron. Annoyed by all their pulling, Gungun simply bumped the Purification Drum in front of him with his belly.
Boom! The drum sounded, sending Jade Rabbit and the other lesser immortals flying back. Even Hou Yi was forced two steps backward.
"Hmph, stingy! It's just a little milk, and you won't even let me finish it." Gungun turned back and shouted at them, then jumped off the cauldron himself.
Thud! The