Although Zhao Su hesitated, he ultimately crossed the flower beds and approached the thatched cottage.
He sat down opposite the white-robed woman at the stone table. Without a word, he simply lifted the teacup before him and took a sip.
"Excellent tea. Flowers and greenery for company, tea to drink at leisure-what a pleasant life!"
Holding his teacup, Zhao Su looked around.
Beyond the flower beds, he noticed a stream north of the thatched cottage, its clear waters flowing gently.
Colorful fish swam back and forth in the stream.
Besides the fish in the stream, spirit beasts also lived on the lush green grass beside it.
These were even Primordial Spirit Beasts that had vanished from the Douluo Continent over its endless ages.
Every one of them could be called a divine beast.
Their bloodlines were so powerful that even Zhao Su found them incredible.
Among them were the Qilin, which represented auspicious fortune, and the Unicorn, which represented darkness.
There was also the Sky-Splitting Demon Butterfly, beautiful to behold yet radiating a terrifying aura.
Zhao Su counted twelve in total.
Any one of them, venturing out alone, could dominate an entire region and stir up a wind of blood and a rain of slaughter.
At the sight of these twelve Primordial Divine Beasts, something seemed to occur to Zhao Su, and he turned his gaze back to the white-robed woman opposite him.
"Pleasant? If you had to live here forever, all alone, would you still find it pleasant?"
"Witch Ancestor?"
"It seems Zhao Ru was right. You are very clever."
The Witch Ancestor did not deny his identity, admitting it readily instead.
Once the Witch Ancestor acknowledged his identity, the Dao Rhythm shrouding him began to dissipate, revealing his true face.
But when Zhao Su saw the Witch Ancestor's