Seeing this, Fuxi felt half his heart turn cold.
Why was his master not saying a word for him?
After a long while, Fuxi finally gathered his courage. Shrinking his neck, he asked cautiously in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, "Dao Venerable, can Fuxi avoid dying?!"
Hearing this, Hong Yuan was first taken aback, then burst into hearty laughter. His laughter echoed through the entire space, making even the surrounding air seem to tremble faintly.
The Fuxi before him was rather interesting.
Who would have thought that the future Heavenly Sovereign Fuxi would be like this?
Seeing his disciple Fuxi looking so pitiful, Qiankun could not help but laugh as well. He spoke up to smooth things over for Fuxi, saying, "Fellow Daoist Hong Yuan, stop bullying my disciple. He is already foolish enough, yet you still tease him like this..."
Though his own master had teased him so, Fuxi did not dare to refute even half a word.
He merely lowered his head sheepishly, his neck still tucked in.
He looked thoroughly simple and honest.
Hearing Qiankun's words, Hong Yuan did not intend to keep teasing Fuxi. Instead, he slowly turned his gaze toward Nuwa, his eyes carrying an indescribable depth.
"Nuwa, you heard what your master said just now. Your cultivation is still advancing far too slowly!"
Hearing this, Nuwa braced herself and timidly raised her head to glance at Hong Yuan.
In a soft voice, she asked, "Dao Venerable, is there something you need Nuwa to do?"
In truth, Nuwa understood perfectly well. She knew that this Dao Venerable had come specifically for her.
Yet while she felt uneasy, she was also somewhat curious.
What exactly did the Dao Venerable want her to do?
After all, for an existence like the Dao Venerable, who