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Meanwhile, in the Houtu Tribe on Mount Buzhou.
Unaware of what had just happened in the Heavenly Court, Gungun stood expressionlessly in a clearing, his entire bearish being filled with despair.
"Gungun, all right, you can begin," Houtu told him, then sat down cross-legged nearby.
Gungun: "..."
"Don't be so bashful. It's fine, go ahead and dance. Didn't you dance very well when you dealt with those resentful qi and demon souls on Mount Xiaoyu? Hou Yi told me you encountered Bai Ze's army on your way to Penglai, and you danced then too, even capturing the Demon God Bifang. So there's nothing to be shy about now. Here, take this." Seeing Gungun standing there without moving, Houtu continued coaxing him, then flicked her arm and tossed him a Ginseng Fruit.
Smack! Gungun raised a paw and caught the Ginseng Fruit. Looking at it, he thought, Did she rob Zhenyuanzi? How does she have so many Ginseng Fruits?
"Come on, Gungun, give us a dance," Houtu urged again.
"That's right, give us a dance!"
"Brother Gungun, give us a dance!"
"Hurry up and dance!"
With the Ancestral Witch taking the lead, the Witch Followers sitting on the ground around Gungun immediately waved their arms and shouted.
The sight frightened Gungun badly. Were they forcing a duck... no, a bear onto a perch?
Look, I'm a national treasure! Forcing me to dance in public like this is abusing a national treasure. You'll suffer retribution someday, you know that?
"Brother Gungun, take this too. Come on, give us a dance. Things have been terribly boring lately, and I'd really like to watch you dance. Don't make your brother lose face." Just then, a Great Shaman opened his hand, revealing a purple spirit fruit, and tossed it to