Xuanyuan's final card had been revealed.
Whether someone had deliberately engineered this plot or it had unfolded by coincidence... either way, Nuwa crying pitifully as she wrote seven huge "miserable" characters on the ground was perfectly understandable.
Good grief!
Was he using the "handsome-man ploy" here?!
Xuan Su had been won over emotionally, and shed a sympathetic tear for Nuwa.
Fuxi, Di Jun, Jieyin, Yuanshi, Dong Hua... one after another, they had leaped into action and forcibly dismantled the Twelve Ancestral Witches' alliance.
They had not even needed to cross blades or destroy them with force. All it took was a few gentle words at home, and the next day, Houtu could see several leave requests at the Ancestral Witches' meeting.
Was this still a game they could play?!
Before long, Empress Nuwa had become a commander with no soldiers left!
The cold wind swept past, leaving her alone to stagger in the breeze.
Xuan Su had a thousand words stuck in her throat. She wanted to support Nuwa somehow, but when she looked at Xuanyuan standing before her with a smile, the corners of her mouth twitched. In the end, she had nothing to say.
"That was too ruthless..."
Xuan Su Goddess murmured softly.
"Perhaps someone simply wanted Empress Nuwa to lose with complete conviction." Xuanyuan blinked. "That was why they chose this method—a peaceful plan to disarm the Witch Clan's highest level, eliminating the problem within a certain limit."
They were all family, so many problems could be settled through negotiation, without escalating to the point where neither side would stop until the other was dead.
Likewise.
This had severely weakened the Twelve Ancestral Witches' will to fight. It was a blade that killed without drawing blood.
Under different circumstances, if Fuxi's side had stained its hands with