"Disciple, what's wrong with you?"
Nuwa looked at Liu Feng strangely.
"Cough, cough... well, Martial Uncle, could you not look at me like that? I don't have that kind of preference!" Liu Feng said tactfully.
"Nephew Disciple, what do you mean by that? What kind of preference? Why can't your Martial Uncle understand?" Fuxi looked at Liu Feng with a face full of confusion.
Even Nuwa was the same. She did not understand what Liu Feng meant either, and her face was equally blank.
Liu Feng felt helpless. A phrase that would have been instantly understood in his previous life meant nothing here. But then, this was the Primordial World. Everyone was wholly devoted to cultivation now; they did not even understand marriage, much less such advanced games between men.
"Uh, it's nothing. I was just talking nonsense. Master, I really cultivated properly this time. I've already broken through the first level, Refining Essence into Qi, and entered the second realm."
Liu Feng looked at Nuwa proudly, filled with joyful anticipation of praise.
However, Nuwa merely nodded. "Not bad. Keep up the good work, understood?"
Liu Feng: ...
That was it?
Master, did you have to be this perfunctory?
Liu Feng was powerless to complain inside.
"What? You don't seem very happy. Do you know how much of a disturbance your breakthrough just caused? Do you know what would have happened if not for your master?"
"Huh? What do you mean? I only broke through a minor realm. How big of a disturbance could that possibly cause?"
"A minor realm? You call that a minor realm?!"
Nuwa's voice rose eight octaves.
Even Fuxi seemed somewhat off. The way he looked at Liu Feng had turned a little unfriendly. What an ungrateful fellow—getting the advantage and still selling misery!
"Um... Master,