In Houtu Hall, Ji Man and Zi Ming were energetically directing the guards and maidservants to distribute the millet seeds. The witch villages under Houtu Village were easy enough to handle, as Zi Ming had already allocated everything in advance; the seeds merely had to be delivered into the Soul Nests. The many witch elders who had already received their millet seeds were now gathered around the witch elder of Hongdi Village, clearly asking how the seeds should be planted. As for the witch elders of Shebi Village, they were standing in line, awaiting Ji Man's distribution! Ji Man distributed the millet seeds while asking Zi Ming about something. From Zi Ming's expression, the embarrassment and dissatisfaction she had displayed earlier in the ancestral shrine were gone, and a faint smile hung on her lips.
Thus, taking one step forward or one step back was simple, yet the results could be worlds apart. Clearly, this was the outcome Xiao Hua wished to see.
When the Houtu Village witch elder entered, the many witch elders stopped what they were doing and saluted him. The witch elder waved a hand, signaling for them to continue, while he himself walked to the head of Houtu Hall. Looking at the two seats there, he sighed softly. "Everyone looks upon these two seats with envy, but in truth, the greater one's ability, the greater one's responsibility. This old man has suffered enough over these years, worrying over Houtu Village nearly every moment of every day. Where was there even half a measure of carefree ease? Ji Man's timely withdrawal was truly wise. This old man has also wanted to find a suitable witch elder to take my place, but... where could I possibly find one?"
"The wealthy have the sorrows of the wealthy, and the