"Zhe Min, it would be best if this old man explained this matter to you alone!" The Witch Elder of Houtu Village did not wish to make Xiao Mao's affairs public. After all, he could not tell what exactly had happened in Shebi Village.
"My Twelve Witch Villages have always shared weal and woe. There is nothing in my Shebi Village that cannot be spoken openly!" The Witch Elder of Shebi Village said flatly. "Yet your Houtu Village has brought up a Daoist cultivator, even using these millet seeds to coerce this old man. I would like to ask you, Jianji: not even the Witch King may interfere in the internal affairs of our Twelve Villages, so why is your Houtu Village so interested in the internal affairs of my Shebi Village?"
"Heh heh, Zhe Min, so that is what you think!" The Witch Elder of Houtu Village sneered. "This old man had intended to help you, but since you misunderstand me so deeply, we can only lay everything bare and speak frankly!"
The Witch Elder of Shebi Village was also exceptionally vexed. Shebi Village did not enjoy the flourishing descendants of Houtu Village; the bloodlines within the village were growing thinner by the day. Moreover, many factions had formed within the village, grinding away at each other from within. Though the Witch Elder did not care overmuch about this, it still gave him a headache. Especially this time, the drought in Million Meng Mountain was extremely severe. With that as the fuse, all sorts of factions had acted repeatedly. Not only had the conflicts intensified, even their methods had grown more vicious!
Upon returning from the Witch King, the Witch Elder of Shebi Village immediately heard that something unusual had occurred in Hongdi Village. Someone with an incomparably pure