Dijiang looked at the woman at the doorway, a hint of a strange expression flashed through his eyes, perhaps a mix of surprise and melancholy.
He then laughed heartily, "I never expected that Houtu, the Witch King who never meddles in clan affairs, would actually return. Welcome, welcome."
Houtu snorted, standing at the entrance of the Temple, dazzling in her radiance.
"Originally, I didn't plan to come back, but you all have gone too far."
"You not only detained the Saintess but also imprisoned the Old Witch Master. Do you dare to kill Nuannuan and the Old Witch Master too?"
Dijiang looked at the phoenix eyes behind Houtu's veil, majestic and imposing, and shook his head.
"Houtu, perhaps you misunderstood. We merely think that the Wu Clan shouldn't hide at the Ancestral Altar, living in seclusion only."
"With the current strength of our Wu Clan, we should rise in the human world, maybe even establish our own nation, to be worthy of our clan's fame."
