Houtu and Xihe hit it off at once!
Instead, they forgot all about Tongtian, that faithless man who had actually kept a foot in two boats.
The Witch Clan was a race of absolute loyalty.
They could have only one lover for their entire lives!
Moreover, to the Witch Clan, there was no breaking up-only widowhood!
In other words, if a lover betrayed them, they could only kill him!
Xihe sighed helplessly.
"Sister Houtu, you've truly been wronged."
Houtu was even more despondent.
"Sister Xihe, you're the unluckiest one!"
"You've already held a wedding with this fellow!"
"Hmph! In that case, I won't insist. I'll simply wish you both happiness."
Tongtian listened from the side, utterly dumbfounded, and did not dare interrupt.
A supreme expert of the ninth heaven of the Primordial Origin Realm was now willingly admitting defeat before two women.
At Houtu's words, however, Xihe hurriedly shook her head.
"Sister, I know women of the Witch Clan are faithful, but you were deceived. We can't let you suffer for it!"
"Why not have him create a clone?"
"With his cultivation, creating a completely independent clone isn't entirely impossible, after all."
A gleam flashed in Houtu's eyes when she heard this.
"You have a point, Sister!"
"Indeed, in the whole Primordial World, there really isn't another man worthy of me apart from this fellow, whom I find pleasing to the eye!"
With that, both women turned their gazes toward Tongtian.
Tongtian smiled awkwardly.
"Wouldn't creating a clone be a little inappropriate?"
Xihe pursed her lips, looking deeply aggrieved.
"You caused this trouble yourself. Are you going to refuse to take responsibility now?"
"If you won't create a clone and marry Sister Houtu, you can forget about ever seeing me or the child in my womb again!"
Tongtian immediately shook