The night wind howled. She stood alone on the cliff, gazing at the stars, as if waiting to see whether another rain of light would fall.
That rain of light, which had stirred the entire Witch Clan's land, was a wondrous sight many people would never see twice in their lives... It was the splendor of the world.
Perhaps... it was because she still couldn't bear to let go?
In truth, she could hear it... those words.
Suddenly, a wave of scorching air turned into mist and slowly drifted over. She naturally inhaled the heat. Between her fiery red strands of hair, sparks seemed to glitter.
"Father?"
She turned her head and saw a man slowly approaching... Xuanyuan.
"When we left, I had someone prepare some Fire Rat Grass powder. It happens to be useful now." Xuanyuan came to her side and gently stroked the long, narrow scar on her neck. "It still hasn't healed?"
It had been cut by a trace of the terrifying aura from that spear. If not for the Heavenly Brave stopping it at the final moment... it would have sliced her neck clean through.
"It needs more time." Nüwa lowered her head.
"Are you still blaming me for challenging the Heavenly Brave?" Xuanyuan asked gently.
"Your daughter... wouldn't dare."
"Have you fallen for this Heavenly Brave?" Xuanyuan asked indifferently. No one understood Nüwa's temperament better than he did. Every movement she made was so clear to him as her father.
Nüwa shook her head. "Father, don't misunderstand. I only feel that, given the human race's current situation, we shouldn't make more enemies. If the calamity is real, I'm afraid Father may end up standing against everyone."
Xuanyuan chuckled. "Nüwa has grown up. You even know to worry about your father now."
"Father, there should still