"Good."
"Good."
...
Meanwhile, within the Witch Clan's territory.
The Cloud Boat carrying Immortal Taiyi and others once again floated above the center of the Witch Clan's land.
Mother Gui Ling yawned, lying on the deck dozing off, while Feng Tingzhu brought a thin blanket to cover her.
Below, in the forest still bearing the marks of their previous Magical Combat, Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming halted his steps, pointed toward a dark entrance ahead, and said slowly,
"Heavenly Emperor, Houtu is down there."
Li Ping'an nodded slowly, looking at a group of the Witch Clan nearby joyfully dismantling the corpse of a ferocious demon, spoke leisurely,
"The way in which Houtu fell into demonic ways, the Heavenly Dao has already given me a premonition.
"Houtu is kind-hearted, and in order to protect the tribes of the Witch Clan, her injuries gradually worsened, giving the resentful energies of the Northern Continent a chance to take advantage.
