"Could it be that Zhu Rong, the Ancestor Witch, is disregarding the lives of the countless Witch Clan's children?"
Wu Xian sternly questioned.
"I..."
Zhu Rong, the Ancestor Witch, was at a loss for words.
He could risk his own life for the Witch Clan, but he couldn't bring himself to say that he would do the same with the numerous lives of the Witch Clan's children.
"Alright, Zhu Rong. Let's no longer argue, let's drop the matter of attacking Shouyang Mountain."
Di Jiang spoke directly.
Then, he turned to Wu Xian and inquired again.
"So, are we really going to keep avoiding the Immortal Court? If that's the case, I think Zhu Rong's proposal isn't entirely without merit."
"At least, battling with the Taiching Saint could inspire some fear in these Saints towards our Witch Clan."
"Of course not."
Wu Xian's furrowed brows relaxed as he confidently spoke.
Hearing Wu Xian's reply, the Twelve Ancestor Witches simultaneously turned to look at Wu Xian, waiting for his answer.
