Demon Marshal Fei Lian returned and immediately saw Nuwa.
What a fright!
What grudge did they have against each other?
How many years had passed? The Witch-Demon War should have ended long ago, right?
She had timed his resurrection perfectly and come to visit his grave... That enthusiasm was terrifying!
Demon Marshal Fei Lian trembled, feeling that nothing about his divine self was right.
His heart bitter, he lamented miserably—being a god was hard.
I never noticed it before... Empress Nuwa is actually such a vengeful goddess?
No, that isn't right.
I'm the victim here, aren't I?
Fei Lian thought about it again, and his heart grew even more sorrowful.
As the "victim," was being killed once not enough? Did he have to be killed a second time?
Fei Lian pondered—
If he climbed back into his coffin now, could he pretend that nothing had happened?
The demon marshal's eyes were lifeless. His hollow gaze was filled with despair and pain at his inability to resist fate.
"Hah! You certainly have a lot going on in your head."
Suddenly, a soft voice exploded in Fei Lian's heart.
It was Nuwa speaking, her tone calm and indifferent. "You don't need to be so nervous."
"I have no need to torment you like this."
"I was the one who revived you... And since I let you return, naturally I have an important task to entrust to you."
"Of course, you may refuse."
"But if you do, I will have no choice but to ask you to lie down again."
"And once you lie down... who knows how many years it will be before you awaken again."
Nu Wa's tone remained calm, but Fei Lian could not remain calm. With a sudden "whoosh," he leaped several feet into the air, performed a carp