"You..."
Daoist Jieyin was stunned for a moment, then glared furiously at Nuwa, unable to say a word for a long while.
Daoist Jieyin truly had not expected Nuwa to say such a thing.
Words like that—
Shouldn't they have been more fitting coming from the Two Western Saints, or Taishang Laozi and Primeval Lord of Heaven?
How had Nuwa said them instead?
And even gotten there first.
Had Nuwa picked up the wrong script?...
After holding it in for a long time, Daoist Jieyin finally said, "Nuwa, you really are something."
Nuwa did not bother with Daoist Jieyin anymore.
She looked at Hun Xiu and said, "Fellow Daoist Hun Xiu, how about you and I form an alliance? Shall we send them onto the Investiture of the Gods List?"
Taishang Laozi and Primeval Lord of Heaven, who had been watching the show, immediately lost their composure. They had thought they were merely spectators this time.
But that was not the case at all!
How were they spectators? They had never been outside the matter. See? Nuwa was targeting them again.
Primeval Lord of Heaven raged, "Nuwa, have you gone mad?"
"Do you know what you're saying?"
Nuwa said, "I know very well what I'm saying."
"And what I'm about to do!"
Nuwa answered her earlier question again. Looking at Hun Xiu, she continued, "Fellow Daoist Hun Xiu, what do you think?"
Hun Xiu did not immediately answer Nuwa's question. Instead, he met her gaze.
In Nuwa's eyes, Hun Xiu saw aggression—aggression directed at him.
Hun Xiu knew this was the first time he and Nuwa had met. They had never met before.
Where had such strong aggression come from? Could it really be because he was too handsome?
Even so—
Although Nuwa's gaze held a trace of aggression, it