Nuwa's saintly heart was clear and perceptive; she understood Laozi's bottom line and concerns.
She gave Laozi a deep look. A trace of understanding flashed through her eyes, along with a faint helplessness that was hard to detect. In the end, even Saints were not omnipotent; they too had to abide by the rules of Heaven and Earth.
She no longer pressed the matter. With a slight nod, her tone returned to its previous calmness. "I understand Senior Brother's meaning. In the future, I hope Senior Brother will put in more effort."
A conspiracy concerning the future order of the primordial world reached an initial, unspoken understanding through that silent gesture toward the heavens.
Just as the atmosphere began to ease and Nuwa was preparing to take her leave, Chen Song, who had been listening intently and thinking at high speed, felt that it was time to find a tangible goal for his Martial Uncle Tongtian, who was feeling somewhat dejected over the matter of fortune.
It would also... shift the subject, so that Master and Martial Uncle Nuwa would not keep testing the dangerous boundary.
"Ahem." Chen Song cleared his throat, plastered an innocent and harmless smile onto his face, and sidled up beside Sect Master Tongtian, who was stroking the Qingping Sword while feeling that the successful founding of his sect was still somewhat incomplete without a treasure to suppress its fortune.
"Martial Uncle Tongtian," he said in a lowered voice, though it was still just loud enough for the Saints to hear clearly, "are you still worried that the Interception Sect you founded lacks a treasure to suppress its fortune?"
Tongtian had been mulling over that very matter. Upon hearing this, he immediately lowered his head, one sword-like brow rising. "Oh? What brilliant insight does my Senior