"Ancestral Witches, my younger sister is comprehending the Dao and must not be disturbed. I fear we will have to impose on your hospitality at Mount Buzhou a while longer. Please forgive us." After gazing at Gungun and expressing his amazement, Fuxi turned and bowed to Xuanming and Houtu.
Hearing this, Xuanming and Houtu schooled the unusual expressions on their faces and returned Fuxi's bow. Houtu said, "You are too courteous, fellow Daoist. Senior Sister Nuwa's comprehension of the Dao comes first. You may stay as long as you need."
"Then you have my thanks," Fuxi said.
"You're welcome." Houtu turned her gaze to Gungun and raised an eyebrow. "Gungun, you have rendered a great service by helping Senior Sister Nuwa comprehend the Dao. Is there any reward you would like?"
"A reward?" Gungun's ears immediately twitched. Swallowing the pumpkin flesh in its mouth, it hurriedly said to Houtu, "Ancestral Witch, I want to eat a Yellow Central Plum!"
Houtu: "..."
You really have the nerve to ask!
Houtu quietly clenched her hand and smiled at Gungun. "Of course. You've rendered a great service, so I'll grant whatever you want today. As it happens, I have news of the Yellow Central Plum. I'll take you to get it right now."
Whoosh! With that, Houtu swept her arm and vanished along with Gungun.
Knowing what Houtu had gone to do, Xuanming gave Fuxi a somewhat awkward smile. Fuxi was no fool, either. He knew that although the Witch Race treated him and Nuwa courteously, courtesy was one thing, and he and his sister were ultimately not members of the Witch Race. Thus, the two women did not want Nuwa to succeed in comprehending the Dao and become a sage; they simply could not say so openly without losing face.
He nodded