Three well-equipped witch hunters, swathed in black and red karmic force, entered the courtyard. The snake-headed witch hunter at the forefront flicked out his long tongue, tasting the air around him, and then said, "Great Wilderness Craftsman God?"
His eyes swept over Hunting Trinity and True Steel before hearing a voice from below: "Yes, it's me, the Strong Witch."
This witch, standing at a height of fifteen feet, lowered his head, using a pair of somewhat peculiar eyes to carefully scan for a moment until he discovered the ugly little witch only reaching his waist.
The witch was both small and motionless, resulting in the snake-headed Great Witch overlooking him.
"Are you the Great Wilderness Craftsman God? So thin, how long has it been since you had a full meal?" The two witches on either side also glared menacingly at Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan's face darkened: "My title as a witch, I speak entirely through strength!"
