Sister is the queen!
Confidence shines bright!
Nuwa was very confident about the future.
However, confidence was one thing, and she would not underestimate her opponent.
Especially Heaven.
Although she had come to fish, as one of the very top magnates—an existence on par with Hongjun—she had lowered herself to personally enter the fray, all to trap and kill the Demon Marshals. She had taken "war was never about fair play" to its fullest extent. The great conscience of the Feng family back then had learned bad habits today; her moral standards were truly worrying.
—And as a side effect, Feng Xi had been dragged into it as well, nearly forced to cross-dress... If he had not possessed quick wits and gone into battle in military attire, wearing armor all day long, his moral integrity really would have been ruined. He would have gained a dark history impossible to wash away, and would have had to put a sword to the necks of everyone who knew about it one day, forcing them to selectively lose their memories before he could barely get away with it—every family had its own troubles!
Even so, some rumors inevitably spread, secretly describing the oldest art of the Human Race as definitely involving men dressed as women.
This series of deep pits showed just how well Nuwa had adapted to the times. Unable to change the world, she had temporarily been assimilated by it—and had even surpassed her predecessors. Her conscience was thoroughly rotten—not even Hongjun, let alone Di Jun, could do something like this.
It was very much an imitation of the incident back then, when Fuxi had arranged for Dong Hua to infiltrate the side of Azure Dragon Great Sage... Vaguely, there were even signs that she had surpassed it.
To fish, Nuwa