Fuxi, standing to the side, heard what Nuwa said.
He smiled and teased, "Isn't that so? After all, although your cultivation used to be a little stronger than his, if you truly fought, you might not necessarily have been a match for Di Jun. But now, you've already become a saint, while he's still struggling to pursue sainthood. If it were me, I'd probably feel rather awkward too!"
By the end, Fuxi's tone carried an added trace of sentiment and bitterness.
Di Jun was like this, but wasn't he the same?
Compared to his own younger sister, he, the elder brother, was simply useless.
If Nuwa's personality had not changed much,
and if he had not obtained a strand of Primordial Violet Qi,
he probably would not even be able to sit beside Nuwa now and continue calling her his younger sister.
Instead, he would have to stand respectfully at her side and properly address her as Saint Nuwa!
After all, between a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal and a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal, whether in strength or status,
there was an unbridgeable gulf!
Hearing Fuxi's words, Nuwa could not help but smile brightly.
A hint of amusement appeared in her eyes as she gave Fuxi a deep look.
Then she asked with a smile, "Brother... I'm afraid there's another meaning behind those words, isn't there?"
Fuxi's face instantly flushed red, as though the thoughts buried deep in his heart had been exposed.
His eyes held even more embarrassment.
He hurriedly waved his hands. "How could that be? Sister, don't overthink it! What other meaning could your brother possibly have? I'm simply looking at the matter from Di Jun's perspective, nothing more. There really is no other meaning!"
Seeing this, Nuwa did not press the matter any further.
She merely wore