"Yes, I understand, Mother!" Ziming rose lightly, put away the Soul Falling Lamp, then reached into her robes and took out a storage bag. After opening it, she grabbed a handful of millet seeds and said, "Let the Witch Elders know: these are millet seeds that Great God Houtu had people send from the Qiang He Sea. They are utterly different from the millet seeds originally found in Mount Meng! Not only are they unafraid of drought, they also grow extremely quickly and can be planted and harvested several times a year!"
"How could that be?" The Witch Elder of Xuanming Village waved his hand, and several millet grains landed in his palm. After examining them carefully, he still could not believe it. "These are nothing more than ordinary millet grains. This old man recognizes them clearly; I even studied millet seeds carefully for their sake!"
"Witch Elder, please wait!" Ziming said with a smile. "The effects of these millet grains... have already been tested by Hongdi Village, a subordinate of Shebi Village. I ask the Witch Elder of Hongdi Village to explain it to the Witch Elders..."
As she spoke, the Witch Elder of Hongdi Village emerged from the crowd somewhat nervously. He was merely one of the three hundred and sixty lower-village Witch Elders under Shebi Village, his status exceedingly low. Under normal circumstances, even opportunities to meet the Witch Elder of Shebi Village were scarce, much less to meet all the Great Witch Elders of the Twelve Main Villages at once.
"This humble one, Kang Ji, pays respects to the Great Witch Elders!" The Witch Elder of Hongdi Village, who had not even given his name when meeting Xiao Mao, finally announced his name and bowed to the twelve Great Witch Elders.
"You child, so many worldly