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The Spirit-Communing Dance was a ritual dance Gungun had received along with the Spirit-Washing Cauldron from the system back then. It was also the only... oh, no, one of only two ways to control the Spirit-Washing Cauldron, since there was also an incantation.
Boom! As Gungun hopped about before the cauldron, its lid soon flew up with a thunderous rumble, and a pitch-black pillar of light shot out from within, piercing the heavens.
Then Gungun began muttering something, clapping his bear paws now and then as he hopped from side to side and even spun in a circle. With the incantation, he urged the Spirit-Washing Cauldron to unleash its divine might, erasing the memories and dissipating the magical power of the demon souls remaining inside.
Seated among the witches, Houtu was not surprised by the sight. She merely furrowed her brows in puzzlement. A moment ago, one of Gungun's thoughts had reached her ears, but perhaps because she was somewhat far away, it had been extremely indistinct. She could only vaguely make out something about "just right" and "white lotus," leaving her unable to understand what he meant.
Just right? Did Gungun happen to want to dance too? White lotus? What white lotus? Houtu wondered.
Thump~ Just then, the drum sounded. Houtu put her thoughts aside for the moment and turned her attention back to Gungun. The fat bear raised his paws and began beating the Purification Drum hanging from his body, sending out waves of purifying power.
"Aaaah!!!" A chorus of agonized screams immediately rose from the cauldron, followed by an angry shout from within.
"You despicable, shameless damn bear! Let me out! I'll tear you into eight pieces!"
"Hm?" At that shout, Gungun paused in his drumming and frowned. Then he remembered: it was