When Fuxi walked out of the great hall where Laozi refined pills in the Fenggun Tribe, a sly grin immediately appeared on his face.
"Ancestral Hong truly hasn't deceived me. A mere apprentice, and I've got him wrapped around my finger!"
That's right. When Fuxi accepted a master, he had remembered how Hong Yun had tricked Laozi into doing hard labor for the Human Race. For some reason, Hong Yun had recorded the whole affair in the Primordial Eight Trigrams Theory.
Fuxi had simply imitated him, and the results had been exceptionally good.
All one could say was that Laozi truly valued his disciple, the Human Sovereign, while also caring deeply about his reputation.
Actually, Laozi was rather depressed too.
Being outdone by Hong Yun back then was one thing. But if he were outdone by a junior like Hong Yun again, wouldn't he become a laughingstock throughout the Primordial Wilderness?
Over the years, Fuxi had not been idle. Instead, he had fully applied what he had learned to governing the Human Race.
Using the Fenggun Tribe as his foundation, he had begun transforming the Human Race.
As for the old leader of the Fenggun Tribe, he had handed his position over to Fuxi when Fuxi was ten years old.
As the tribe leader had put it, "This old man has risked life and limb for the Fenggun Tribe all these years. Can't I enjoy myself for once?"
Fuxi's mother, Huaxu Shi, had been cut from the same cloth.
Huaxu Shi had bluntly said, "I carried this boy for so many years and even gave birth to the Human Sovereign for the Fenggun Tribe. Can't I enjoy myself for once?"
Those words had directly forced Fuxi into retreat. After all, his mother had indeed carried him for three thousand years