"The Interception Sect's Wine Sword Immortal really has risen to fame."
"The Twelve Ancestral Witches came out in person to welcome him. Tsk... this Wine Sword Immortal really is something."
"But why has Gu Changqing come to the Witch Clan?"
Across tens of millions of miles, several Mighty Experts watched the scene.
They could not help discussing it, strange expressions on their faces.
Everyone understood that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were not treating Gu Changqing so courteously out of respect for Saint Tongtian.
After all, the Witch Clan held no reverence for Saints.
In other words, Gu Changqing's own strength and bearing had won over the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
That was how he had earned such treatment.
Some cultivators also speculated privately, unable to understand why Gu Changqing had come to the Witch Clan.
The Saints' Lineages and the Witch Clan had seemingly never had any dealings with each other.
Meanwhile, Gu Changqing.
Hearing Dijiang's words, he responded with a drunken expression and some confusion:
"Hehe, I'm nothing but a drunkard who loves his wine."
"How could I possibly deserve the respect of you Ancestral Witches?"
Hearing this, Dijiang took it as nothing more than Gu Changqing's modesty.
He immediately continued with a smile:
"Hehe, fellow Daoist Changqing, you're too modest."
"With righteousness in your heart, you protected the humans, standing alone against countless trillions of the Demon Race and the Ten Demon Saints."
"You even shattered the Demon Court with your world-shaking swordsmanship. What a feat of carrying out heaven's justice! Your magnificence truly has no equal."
This was another major reason the Witch Clan admired Gu Changqing.
Anyone who could make the Demon Court suffer was, in a sense, a friend of the Witch Clan.
Yet, to their surprise, Gu Changqing slurred in response to Dijiang's words: