Honghuang: I Won Over the Twelve Ancestral Witches with Barbecue

I'm roasting pig trotters at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, while Zhurong crouches beside me, gazing at them eagerly. I trade him half a trotters for one, and he thumps his chest and promises to introduce me to his younger sister, Houtu. Suddenly, the System rings in my head: five-star review received. I'm stunned. This Ancestral Wu is even easier to talk to than I thought.