The entire High Heaven Hall seemed to be lit by her very step. Before them stood a beauty: willow-dark brows curved like a new moon, eyes clear as autumn pools, vermilion lips touched with rouge, cloudlike tresses piled like morning glow. She wore a bright yellow imperial robe embroidered with the Twelve Ornaments, her majesty innate and her nobility beyond words—she was none other than the Queen Mother of the West.
She smiled faintly. Haotian was actually stunned for a moment before he heard her ask in a soft voice, "Your Majesty was thundering with rage just now. Even from afar in Yaochi, this concubine caught word of it. May I ask what happened?"
Haotian let out a long sigh, a trace of gloom rising once more between his brows. Yet the instant his gaze touched the Queen Mother's face, that patch of dark cloud scattered like morning mist beneath the sun, leaving only a faintly refined smile. "It is merely that the demons of the lower realm have been stirring, gathering in the Earthly Immortal Realm and causing no small disturbance. I was simply concerned for a time."
The Queen Mother nodded gently, a flash of understanding passing through her eyes, but she did not point it out. She merely said slowly, "Your Majesty need not worry. Just now, this concubine gazed toward Wa Huang Palace from afar and saw the Monster Summoning Banner snapping in the wind—Nuwa herself is presiding over this, issuing orders to all demons. It is not for rebellion, but to arrange the board in answer to the calamity."
Hearing this, the great stone in Haotian's heart finally dropped. Since a Saint had taken action, there was no need for him to overstep his bounds and do another's work.
Yet this incident made him taste