Soon, news that Ancestral Witch Houtu's battle pet would teach the Spirit-Communing Dance to every member of the Witch Race spread throughout Mount Buzhou. Upon hearing it, the witches flocked to the Houtu Tribe's settlement to learn.
Gungun rejected Houtu's demands from the bottom of his heart. She wanted him to keep dancing even after he had finished, teach the dance to others, and become a dance instructor. But...
Looking at Houtu and all the Great Shamans staring at him, Gungun immediately lost his nerve. Oh, no-he was simply following his heart.
Damn it, sure enough, a bear living among a bunch of witches with muscles for brains was bound to feel out of place sometimes! They actually wanted me to teach them to dance! If word got out, what would the beings of the Primordial World think of the great god Gungun?
Oh, so that was the sort of bear you were. You liked dancing!
As the first Iron-Eating Beast in all creation, weren't you supposed to be fierce? How could you be so cute instead-and dance, too?
Iron-Eating Beasts? Hahaha, even their Ancestral Bear was a bear who loved dancing. How could a race like that intimidate anyone?
At the thought of those remarks, Gungun's whole bear body shuddered, and he shook his head frantically. But how could a mere Great Immortal like him wrestle against the mighty thighs of Houtu and so many Great Shamans?
After throwing a tantrum and rolling around in refusal, he ultimately had no choice. With his arms full of spirit fruits and Houtu lifting him off the ground, he could only nod miserably and agree to this affront to his dignity.
Boohoohoo~
Soon afterward, the dance lesson began beneath the bright moonlight.
Before Pangu Hall, the twelve Ancestral Witches gathered together.