"Come on, Master, don't fuss over such trivial details! Didn't my explanation this time give you any insights?"
"What insights do you want your master to have?" Knowing Liu Feng was changing the subject, Nuwa did not expose him and instead asked.
"Uh... I don't know about that. Master, you know I don't understand this stuff either. The only reason I broke through to the first level was thanks to you, Master." With an awkward laugh, Liu Feng turned to look at Fuxi.
"By the way, Martial Uncle, did you gain any insights?"
Fuxi shook his head. To be honest, he had gained some insights, but they never quite connected. Or rather, since he had not heard the first half of what Liu Feng had said earlier, the latter half sounded like a heavenly tome to him—as though mist had veiled his eyes, leaving everything indistinct.
"Ah, what a pity. I still had a few questions I wanted to ask."
"What..."
Just as Fuxi was about to speak, Nuwa interrupted him.
"There's no need to ask your questions. They probably aren't anything important."
After saying that, Nuwa shot Fuxi a subtle glare.
Don't bring up the pot that won't boil. How many of his questions can I answer? Are you deliberately trying to make a fool of me?
Fuxi:...
I'm innocent! I just forgot, didn't I?
Liu Feng was even more helpless. Master, that was naked disdain!
How were my questions not important?
Besides, I haven't even asked them yet! How do you know they aren't important?
Is this really any way to be a master?
"What? From the look of you, you seem rather unconvinced." Nuwa glanced at Liu Feng with her beautiful eyes and asked indifferently.
"No, no. How would I dare?"
"Hmph, saying one thing while meaning