At this, Xiao Hua suddenly raised his head and looked toward a spot outside the Bone Hall, smiling. "All right, he's here. You can all take a look. This poor Daoist thinks he is better suited than I am to be the Witch Father! Everyone, come with this old man to welcome Wu Daoist..."
"What? Th-there's a wizard even more formidable than True Person??" Jian Ji was somewhat dumbfounded. Moreover, hearing Xiao Hua say that this wizard had already arrived caught him completely off guard.
Ruo Hong, Ji Qing, and the other Witch Elders seemed unable to keep up with Xiao Hua's train of thought as well, standing there in a daze.
"Move, will you?" Xiao Hua took several steps, then turned back somewhat displeased. "This Wu Daoist is an eminent figure from the Wumeng Mountain Range. It seems that he and the Soul Cultivators of your Million Meng Mountain came from the same root. If he is willing to help, would that not ease your unease over having no Witch King?"
Jian Ji smiled bitterly. "True Person, we trust you completely, knowing you inside and out. But someone else..."
"Hehe, no matter. Come meet this fellow Daoist with me first, then we can discuss it!" Xiao Hua said with a faint smile. "Besides, he may not necessarily agree!"
"All right!" Jian Ji and the others nodded helplessly and followed Xiao Hua out of the Bone Hall.
Across the entire Million Meng Mountain, only the area within ten thousand li of Houtu Village enjoyed clear skies. Everywhere else remained shrouded in dense dark clouds, with no sunlight in sight. The gloomy clouds spread throughout the surrounding heavens like enormous soul beasts, their great mouths swallowing sunlight and blue skies bit by bit!
"Roar..." Just as Xiao Hua led the Witch