South of Chaoge City stood a magnificent palace adorned in five-colored gold, enshrining the ancient goddess Empress Nuwa.
She held a lofty position among humankind. Every year, on the fifteenth day of the third month—her holy birthday—the people burned incense and hung decorations to worship her. The palace was quite impressive in scale.
The hall's steps were made of white jade, auspicious light coiled through the air, and golden boys and jade maidens stood before the hall holding wish-granting jade hooks. Silver candles blazed within, golden censers breathed auspicious mist, and the incense smoke flourished in full force.
A demonic wind swept past. The golden boys, jade maidens, and soldiers guarding the palace yawned one after another and fell into a deep sleep. Daji hurried into the hall, burned incense, bowed, knelt, and devoutly paid her respects to Empress Nuwa.
The Nine-Tailed Fox Spirit was hardly some formidable demon. Getting her to tie the shoes of a Great Divine Ability User like Nuwa would have been difficult enough. Devoutly worshipping before the idol was the only way she could meet her master.
Three feet above one's head dwelled the gods. The names of deities could not be spoken carelessly. What you thought was a whisper, they heard as clearly as day.
Daji's bowing and prostrations soon drew Empress Nuwa's attention.
As for the previous time King Zhou had written a poem on the walls of Nuwa Palace—a blasphemous, crooked poem at that—the reason Nuwa had failed to react for quite some time, only arriving belatedly after King Zhou returned to Chaoge City, could actually be explained.
It was her birthday, after all. She was happy, so going to Huoyun Cave to play mahjong with the Three Sovereigns was not excessive, right?
Not excessive.
As for a more respectable explanation, some