Every drop of Pangu Heart Blood was exceedingly precious.
In the outside world, even if the price were an Innate Spiritual Treasure, countless Mighty Experts would flock to it like ducks to water.
Even to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, it was precious beyond measure.
After all, Pangu had long since fallen. Once his heart dried up completely, no more Pangu Heart Blood would ever be produced.
And now, Gu Changqing actually intended to use this Pangu Heart Blood to brew wine?
Never mind the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
If Pangu himself knew, he might well be so furious that he came back to life.
"Is... was agreeing to Fellow Daoist Changqing's request really the right thing to do?"
Dijiang gave a bitter chuckle and murmured to himself.
At his words, the Ancestral Witches exchanged glances, at a loss for a reply.
Only after a moment did Houtu respond:
"Perhaps Fellow Daoist Changqing was merely joking."
Yet everyone could hear it-even Houtu herself probably did not believe those words.
After all, they had already witnessed just how obsessed Gu Changqing was with fine wine.
As long as there was wine to drink, this fellow would throw all caution to the wind.
Thus, he might genuinely not have been joking about brewing wine with Pangu Heart Blood.
But just then, Gu Changqing staggered to his feet, turned around, and tottered outside.
"Haha, thank you, Ancestral Witches, for your hospitality during my visit to the Witch Clan."
"I shall take my leave..."
With that, Gu Changqing gradually disappeared from the Twelve Ancestral Witches' sight.
They were left speechless, but could only watch him leave.
After all, they had already given him the Pangu Heart Blood. If the Witch Clan demanded it back, would they not be slapping their own faces?
After a long silence,