Old faces appeared on the stone pillars.

"Ancestral spirit!" the giant said to the stone pillar: "This Taoist priest is a friend of the great witch!"

Only then did those faces relax.

Then, they collectively looked at the visitor.

"Taoist Priest, where is the fairyland?" one of the faces asked.

Judging from the way he spoke, it was obvious that he had been in contact with the human race.

Xu Ji smiled and did not answer. He just looked at the witch souls who seemed to be fused with the stone pillars and gently patted the big buffalo on his crotch.

The big buffalo immediately mooed and made a strange syllable.

The ‘ancestral spirit’ on the stone pillar immediately understood something.

"It turns out he is an old friend of the Great Witch of Chiri!"

The great witches all have their own witch names, which they will only tell their true friends.

Nowadays, this Taoist's mount can casually pronounce the name of the Great Witch of the Red Sun, and the ancestors will certainly not have any doubts.

So, he asked: "A distinguished guest has come to our tribe of Drooping Snakes. What advice can you give me?"

Xu Ji then replied: "I just took a look..."

"Um?"

"That's right!" Xu Ji suddenly asked: "Would you mind if you live in a different place?"

The ancestral spirits looked at each other, but they were already frightened because the visitor was very friendly and a friend of the great witch.

Xu Ji looked at it and said, "If you don't want to, don't force it!"

"I'm just asking!"

He already pretty much knows it.

Such Wu tribes are not suitable to go to Liujun. They are too primitive and can easily conflict with the sentient beings in Liujun.
Chapter completed!