I wouldn't dare imagine it, I wouldn't dare...
Great Emperor Fengdu had countless thoughts running through his mind, and quite a few of them were worries for Empress Nuwa.
Today's enemies might well become tomorrow's close friends... The grand drama before them seemed reasonable on the surface, but behind it, there might very well be shady deals.
The only question was, if that really was the case... how would Nuwa face the situation then?!
Crying bitterly, tears streaming for thirty thousand miles... and so on and so forth.
Forget it, forget it... Qing Jia reconsidered, suddenly relaxing his mindset. He felt that it actually wasn't impossible to accept. It might be laughable, but if things really turned out that way, at least little Nu Wa would definitely come back to life.
That would count as fulfilling one of the big guy's wishes.
The position of Great Emperor Fengdu carried such a uniquely massive responsibility. It was not something that Rahu Mo Ancestor, the leader of that extremely terrifying, demon-path cult that only needed to be known by reputation and never seen in person, could compare to!
If he wanted to take the blame, he had to at least be "alive"!
At the very least, he had to be able to become a ghost—a ghost god with a clear mind.
Wasn't that ten thousand times better than that somewhat "brain-dead" Jingwei bird...?
Hmm... Empress Nuwa should be able to accept it too, right?
Qing Jia pondered inwardly, while his face remained impassive. He wore an expression of eyes watching the nose and nose watching the heart, keeping silent and saying little, completely different from his earlier state of excitement and agitation.
That was only natural, though.
After all, he was a "grassroots" figure with a "clean" background—Empress Nuwa's concealment, with layers