Inside Pangu Hall, candlelight flickered, casting a dim, shifting glow over the diverse forms of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, each radiating a mighty aura. This interplay of light and shadow lent the great hall an air of solemn mystery. Gonggong's worried words still echoed softly in the space, gradually fading into the air like a heavy boulder dropped into everyone's hearts. For a moment, a brief silence fell, the atmosphere so heavy it felt as though the air could condense into water, making it hard to breathe.
Hearing Gonggong, Su Yu let out a light laugh. The crisp, pleasant sound instantly shattered the suffocating tension. The stiffened nerves of the gathered figures relaxed slightly, and their gazes, as if guided by an invisible thread, snapped back to focus on him. He raised a hand in a gentle downward press, gesturing for everyone to remain calm. With a mysterious smile playing on his lips, he slowly said, "Ancestor Witch Gonggong, there is no need to rush!" He deliberately drew out his tone, holding back a small suspense, much like someone teasing a group of impatient children. This playful delay left the Twelve Ancestral Witches itching with curiosity, eager to drag the answer right out of his mind, their eyes filled with urgency and expectation.
Dijiang had always been hot-tempered and impulsive; he detested nothing more than being kept in suspense. Unable to hold back any longer, his figure flashed, and like a streak of lightning, he materialized right in fron…
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