After Nezha seriously refined the essence blood of Houtu Ancestor Witch, he also managed to refine some remnants from other Ancestor Witches' essence blood left within the Chaos Bell, and coupled with the transformation by Pangu's Power, the Ancestor Witches watching him couldn't quite pin down which tribe Nezha belonged to for a moment.
But that didn't matter; as long as he was confirmed as one of their kind, it was manageable.
Emperor Jiang was straightforward by nature. Upon their first meeting and not knowing how to initiate conversation, he chose the rugged way—by laughing.
"Hahahahaha!"
The laughter resembled a river lion's roar, rough and hearty, indicating the owner held no ill intentions. Behind Emperor Jiang, his eleven siblings were puzzled by what made him laugh, but following suit seemed the right choice.
So, the twelve Ancestor Witches burst into hearty laughter with Nezha and the other two.
