A race so warlike, yet so mindful of courtesy.
They truly deserved Master's regard.
It was just that this group's fortune was nowhere near strong enough.
Although it looked enormous at present.
In reality, it was hollow.
Something of a strong exterior hiding a weak core.
Curious, Yuanfeng diverted a sliver of her attention to glimpse the Witch Clan's future.
Only then did she understand how things would end.
The war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race.
Would bring about both races' downfall.
They would follow in the footsteps of the Three Clans.
But there was no helping it.
The purpose of it all.
Was to allow the Human Race to rise.
If such enormous powers continued to control the Primordial World.
The Human Race would never be able to rise.
This was not the Heavenly Dao's manipulation.
Rather, it was the inevitable tide of events.
The Heavenly Dao merely used suitable means.
To hasten the course of that tide.
Yuanfeng waved her hand and said, "There's no need for such formalities. Go about your own business."
Only then did the Ancestral Witches breathe a sigh of relief.
Yuanfeng was no ordinary Primordial Origin Realm cultivator.
As the second being in this world to break through to the Primordial Origin Realm.
No one knew just how terrifying Yuanfeng's strength had become.
But at the very least.
Their Witch Clan was probably no match for Yuanfeng.
Even if the entire Witch Clan threw itself against her, the result would be the same.
And so.
Seeing how easygoing Yuanfeng was.
Their earlier worries about having offended her dissipated.
Houtu, however, felt little concern.
After all, she was now Yuanfeng's junior sister.
Her status had completely changed.
Naturally, she would not worry about offending Yuanfeng.
And so.
She said to the