"Junior Sister Nuwa, I had not heard from you for a long time and was worried, so I came to visit."
Heavenly Lord Yuanshi did not mind her distant, unwelcoming expression in the slightest. Compared to the predicament he had anticipated, being stopped outside the palace gates and unable even to enter, setting foot inside Wa Huang Palace was already an unexpected delight.
Even if he had truly been turned away at the door, he had already prepared a response. Given the current situation, it was naturally even less of a problem.
"There is no need for Senior Brother to trouble himself over me. I have always been well. But more than fifty thousand of my Demon Race disciples have all perished on the mortal battlefield!"
Nuwa stared straight at Heavenly Lord Yuanshi. Her anger and disgust could no longer be concealed, every word as sharp as a blade.
"Junior Sister Nuwa, unforeseen changes arose during this war. The Demon Race indeed suffered the heaviest losses of all the factions, and I understand the pain involved."
Heavenly Lord Yuanshi looked grave, his face showing sincere remorse. He let out a long sigh, his voice tinged with bitterness.
"No one expected Sect Master Tongtian to possess such shocking means. Otherwise, we would never have chosen this moment to strike."
"In truth, the Chan Teachings were also greatly weakened in this battle. It is simply because our total numbers were far fewer than those of the Demon Race that our casualty figures seem less glaring by comparison."
After hearing this, Nuwa only felt that he was full of excuses and utterly insincere. She simply turned her face away, unwilling to spare him even a glance.
"Junior Sister Nuwa, if you had been willing to personally enter the battlefield during the previous operation,