"Whether it's Meng Po or Hou Tu, names are merely titles. There's no need to dwell on them, Daoist," Meng Po whispered hoarsely.
"No, no, no!"
Ye Xuan shook his head and said, "The Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches were formed from Pangu's essence blood. However, they were not harmonious; otherwise, they wouldn't have suffered severe setbacks during the Witch Demon calamity. What's strange to me is that you, one of the Ancestor Witches, chose to remain in the Underworld. It's hard to believe you have no ulterior motives, isn't it?"
Though Ye Xuan had long suspected that Meng Po was Hou Tu, he still puzzled over why Hou Tu would masquerade as Meng Po and what connection she had with the Other Shore Flower.
Everything that happened today was clearly orchestrated by Meng Po. What is her true purpose? Although Ye Xuan had some suspicions, there were still unresolved questions.
Silence, speechlessness, stillness!
