Looking at Nuwa's angry face.
Changxi was momentarily speechless.
How could she become angry out of embarrassment?
She simply spoke directly.
"Fellow Daoist, you have wronged me. My cultivation is below yours; how could I possibly have bewitched you?"
But Nuwa's face was flushed red, and she simply refused to admit it.
She was clearly growing angry from embarrassment.
She stood there, staring dangerously at Changxi.
A streak of golden light had already gathered in her hand.
She had learned this method from her master.
There was no need to make such grand gestures when beating someone up.
When one's realm surpassed the opponent's, this sort of pure spiritual energy attack was more than enough.
Changxi also sensed the approaching danger.
In the end, she could not help waving her hands and saying,
"Fellow Daoist, calm down. This is not something shameful."
"Who knew how many female immortals in the Primordial World wished to become Senior's Dao Companion? There is nothing shameful about it."
But Nuwa could not be bothered to listen.
Even if she, Nuwa, starved to death or jumped off a cliff, she would never disrespect her master and ancestors like that.
Just as she looked at Changxi and prepared to act,
Changxi hurriedly said,
"Wait, Fellow Daoist, I can help you!"
"I can definitely help you keep your master firmly by your side."
Though Nuwa was still angry, the golden light in her hand obediently dissipated considerably.
Changxi noticed this and let out a sigh of relief.
It seemed this method worked.
Still standing there, Nuwa said,
"Tell me. What method?"
Changxi smiled faintly as she said,
"Well, I can help you, but you must fulfill one request of mine."
Nuwa thought for a moment before finally saying,
"Go ahead. Let me hear what your request is."