Di Jun said anxiously.
"We can't get it back..."
Yunzhongzi looked as though he wanted to cry but had no tears left.
Di Jun rolled his eyes wildly upon hearing this, becoming even more convinced that Yunzhongzi had already refined the Heavenly Emperor's Throne into some kind of treasure. He trembled with rage, nearly passing out from failing to catch his breath. Pointing at Yunzhongzi, he said urgently, "You, you, you..."
Empress Nuwa frowned deeply, glaring at Primordial Heavenly Venerate as she said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Yuanshi, your disciple truly is..."
"Calm your anger, Junior Sister!"
Primordial Heavenly Venerate hurriedly soothed her, then turned to glare at Yunzhongzi. Gritting his teeth, he snarled, "You bastard, where is the Heavenly Emperor's Throne? Hand it over at once..."
"Master, this disciple... this disciple cannot hand it over..."
Yunzhongzi wore a miserable expression, as though his mother had died, looking utterly pathetic.
Primordial Heavenly Venerate felt his chest fill with stifled frustration as well. Furious and depressed, he roared, "Rebellious disciple, rebellious disciple..."
"Spare me, Master! Spare me, Master..."
Yunzhongzi merely knelt on the ground, knocking his head like a pounding garlic pestle as he wailed incessantly.
Primordial Heavenly Venerate took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to slap Yunzhongzi to death. Turning to Empress Nuwa, his old face twitched violently as he gave an awkward smile. "Well, Junior Sister Nuwa, matters have come to this, and... there is nothing to be done. I still have three immortal apricots here. Consider them compensation, and I ask that Junior Sister forgive this rebellious disciple..."
As he spoke, Primordial Heavenly Venerate flipped his hand, producing three immortal apricots. His face full of reluctance, he used his mana to hold them up and offer them to Empress Nuwa.
Empress Nuwa sighed,