Nu Wa was utterly dumbfounded.
Where did my mighty Emperor Yan go?
Where did my mighty strategist go?
He just died, cleanly and decisively?!
She sprang to her feet, her lips trembling as she tried to say something.
But perhaps there was simply too much she wanted to pour out all at once. Instead, she choked up and fell speechless.
She had suspected something earlier. She had wondered whether her trusted general, little Feng Xi, had secretly revived Ying Zhao and Bi Fang and sent them onto the battlefield without reporting to her, their Monarch. That was a serious problem.
But now?
Emperor Yan was dead!
He had used his own life to completely take away Di Jun's hidden talon within the Human Race, severing that Black Hand for good. He had even, almost by sheer momentum, laid the foundation for the inevitable victory of the Human Race Faction!
How could she say he had betrayed her?
Yet what he left behind after his fall was a choice of Jiuli—a choice of Chiyou!
Who did not know?
Chiyou was Houtu's captain of the guards!
And Jiuli was also the foundation Emperor Yan had deliberately prepared for Nuwa in the early years, the base from which she could claim the fruits of victory!
If Emperor Yan had truly betrayed Nuwa... why would he have done all this?
What kind of traitor would be so broad-minded as to "fund the enemy"?
At that moment, Emperor Yan's image became a mystery in Nu Wa's heart.
His contradictory actions made it difficult to determine whether he had been loyal or treacherous.
As for the true answer, it had been completely buried with Emperor Yan's fall.
"What exactly happened..."
Nuwa's thoughts were in disarray. Too many things had happened that day, all of them straying