Jiejing and Zhunti exchanged glances, both seeing the determinacy in each other's eyes, and nodded in unison, saying, "Please, Master, teach us!"
A clear smile, like lifting the mist to see the bright moon, appeared on the face of the refined middle-aged man. He said, "Good, you two go and explore the Netherworld Blood Sea! I await your good news!"
The sanctification of Houtu truly stirred up a tremendous storm within the Primordial world.
Underneath Mount Buzhou, in the Witch Tribe's camp, there was a lively scene of celebration and dancing, where the excited Witch Tribe danced with joy, including the Ancestor Witches themselves.
"Ha ha ha, wonderful! Now our Witch Tribe also has a Saint!" In the Ancestral Witch Hall, Naz, unable to hide the joy in his eyes, excitedly banged the table.
