Dijiang of the Witch Race proclaimed his declaration to Father God Pangu, and it spread across every lake and sea of the Primordial World. For a time, the entire Primordial World shook.
Naturally, the Demon Race paid the closest attention.
The Witch Race hunted demons for food, and the conflict between the two races had long since become irreconcilable.
Thus, the Demon Race usually watched any changes within the Witch Race with the greatest concern.
At that moment, in the Demon Court on the Sun Star.
"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, have you ever heard the name Ling Feng?"
Di Jun sat upon the Demon Emperor's foremost throne in the Demon Court. Facing Fuxi beside him, he asked in a grave voice.
Fuxi frowned slightly at the question.
Ling Feng? Why does he have the same name as my sister's disciple? Could it be him?
As soon as the thought arose, Fuxi dismissed it. Impossible. He's only a Golden Immortal. How could he be honored as an Ancestral Witch? Besides, he isn't even a member of the Witch Race.
Why did I think of that Golden Immortal brat...?
Fuxi found himself ridiculous. How could a cultivator at the Golden Immortal realm be revered as an Ancestral Witch, especially when he was not even a member of the Witch Race?
He therefore considered his earlier thought utterly absurd.
Little did he know that the Golden Immortal brat he spoke of was precisely the Witch Race's thirteenth Ancestral Witch.
So, after a brief hesitation, Fuxi finally shook his head in answer to Di Jun's question. "Your Majesty, I have never heard that name."
There was no one else in the hall, only Di Jun and Fuxi.
To show his respect for Fuxi and win him over, Di Jun always addressed him as a fellow