The milk thief Nuwa had mentioned... really was her Gungun.
If she was calling him wicked, Houtu disagreed. In the Primordial World, the various races slaughtered one another as a matter of course-you ate me, and I ate you. Her Gungun was an Iron-Eating Beast; never mind drinking milk, there was nothing wrong with him eating beef. As for the savage beating Gungun had given the Ox Ancestor, he had only himself to blame for being less skilled than a bear.
They were both ancestors. Whose fault was it that he was so useless he could not even fight back?
Still, Houtu had never understood why Gungun had concealed his identity to steal milk instead of openly seizing it. Why had he done that? He always robbed people of their Spirit Fruit fair and square. Only later had she realized that the bear was embarrassed. He did not want every creature in the Primordial World to know he liked drinking milk, so he had used a transformation technique to disguise his true appearance.
Besides, after getting the milk, he had merely given the Ox Ancestor another savage beating when that fool had overestimated himself and pursued him all the way to the East Sea. He had not slaughtered him and eaten him. From that alone, Houtu actually thought her Gungun was a little too softhearted.
But...
That was sound reasoning, but she could not put it quite so bluntly. After all, between a distinguished Ancestral Bear stealing milk and openly robbing others, the former was certainly more likely to become idle gossip among the immortals.
"What is it, little sister? Do you also think that bear you raised is wicked? In that case, why not hand him over to me so I can discipline him for a while? Let's say...