C26 The Battle of the Wizard Demon
Before Zhurong could even finish speaking, an Ancestral Witch began to object.
"Why should you be the one to go?" Gonggong challenged, jabbing a finger as large as a palm fan in Zhurong's direction.
"With your fiery temper, not to mention that unusual red hair of yours, what if you end up frightening the sage?"
Before Zhurong could respond, Gonggong's expression shifted
