"Little brother, from now on, you're our thirteenth brother. I only wanted to test you earlier, and I might have hit a little too hard. I owe you an apology. How about you give me a few punches to vent your anger? Don't hold it against me."
For all his fiery temper, Zhurong was an honest, straightforward man. He strode up to Ling Feng, slung an arm over his shoulders, and spoke loudly with hearty good cheer.
Only, the force of that arm on his shoulders was rather excessive. Had Ling Feng's physique not been so sturdy, he would probably have dropped to his knees on the spot.
"You call what you did earlier hitting a little too hard?"
Looking at Zhurong, whose entire body flickered with flames, Ling Feng's eyelid twitched as he grumbled inwardly. Damn, everyone in the Witch Race is a brute, especially these Ancestral Witches. Without enough strength, they'll play you to death.
Naturally, Ling Feng kept those thoughts to himself. Outwardly, he waved his hands repeatedly and gave an awkward smile. "Of course not."
"Hahaha... That's my good thirteenth brother! In that case, let's forget that little unpleasantness. If anything comes up in the future, just come to your sixth brother. I'll stand up for you."
Zhurong pulled Ling Feng into a manly embrace and pounded him hard on the back, nearly knocking the breath out of him for good.
The Ancestral Witches' enthusiasm was not something ordinary people could withstand.
"Sixth brother is right. We brothers and sisters stand as one. No one gets to bully us."
Dijiang also laughed heartily. Xuan Ming and the other Ancestral Witches gave Ling Feng friendly smiles as well. Clearly, they had already accepted him completely as one of their own.
Looking at the Ancestral Witches, Ling Feng