After making her decision, Xihe began preparing to destroy her Good Corpse.
Yet when she looked at the Good Corpse, just like Changxi, she could not bring herself to do it.
In the end, Nuwa had to act before the Good Corpse could be destroyed.
After destroying the Three Corpses, Xihe needed to recover from her injuries.
That recovery would inevitably take several hundred years.
Seeing how long she had been gone, Nuwa grew anxious and simply said to the two of them,
"Let's head back first. Otherwise, I'll definitely get scolded when I return."
The two beside her were both curious, but Xihe was extremely weak at the moment.
The backlash and decline in her cultivation had left her face deathly pale.
In her condition, she did not seem capable of traveling.
Nuwa could only sit cross-legged behind Xihe.
A stream of spiritual energy flew out, helping her regulate the injuries within her body.
"I'll suppress them for now. Once we return to the sect, if you successfully become disciples, Master should be able to help you recover with ease."
After hearing that, Xihe thought for a moment before struggling to her feet.
"Then let's go."
Changxi supported Xihe as the three of them left the cave abode.
They flew toward the Primordial World Continent.
Along the way, Changxi watched Xihe's expression and finally asked,
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, is Senior very strict?"
Nuwa thought about it. Her master had nothing to do with being strict.
Other than caring greatly about her cultivation and constantly urging her to practice,
there was nothing else.
They were all simply gestures of concern for her.
He had also forbidden her from going out because he feared that she might be injured or killed.
"He isn't strict. On the contrary, he cares deeply for