"By then, if Empress Nuwa found out all the things her main account had done, she would fly into a rage, give in to her darker impulses, grab a knife, and come chop up 'the Emperor Yan'..."
"I'm supposed to dodge, or not?"
Emperor Yan Qing Jia suddenly wanted nothing more than some peace and quiet. The urge to vomit blood was beginning to rise.
He had taken a blow from behind, yet had nowhere to argue his case.
What kind of mess was this?!
And those guesses were all too likely to come true.
After all, he had only just delivered his last words and warned Nuwa to be wary of human nature and stay on her guard!
He had really lifted a rock only to drop it on his own foot!
At that moment, Qing Jia suddenly wished he could travel back through time and make his past self shut his mouth.
Of course, that was only wishful thinking.
Although he had the ability to toy with space-time and reverse cause and effect with ease,
there was one problem!
Houtu had been right beside him back then!
Causing trouble under the gaze of this Female Saint and exposing his main account's "glorious achievements"... He might be able to face Nuwa, but could he face the Human Dao Beings?
"Caught between both sides... Life is really too hard..."
Qing Jia sighed mournfully. Sitting on the Emperor Yan's throne, he worried for a long while. In the end, he set aside this headache-inducing problem and immersed himself in the great cause of developing the Human Race.
Only work could numb his nerves and let him avoid this sort of human-relations "accident," freeing him from further worry.
Even if it was merely an ostrich's behavior—burying his head in the ground—danger would