Empress Nuwa nodded and smiled faintly. A warm smile spread from the corners of her eyes to the tips of her brows, like spring water just beginning to stir beneath moonlight over a chilly pool. Her natural elegance was breathtaking. The startling upheaval from moments ago had quietly subsided. She now stood composed and still, her bearing vast as mountains sinking into deep abysses, her peerless beauty like dawn's rosy clouds reflecting on snow, and her imposing majesty like light cascading from the highest heavens.
Her lips were the color of cinnabar dew, naturally full and radiant without makeup. A soft sheen glimmered across them, and when she parted them, a faint fragrance drifted forth, fresh as orchids in a secluded valley and refreshing to the heart. Her clear, melodious voice rang like a jade chime. "Fellow Daoist friends, do not forget what you promised Nuwa."
The two Sect Masters hurriedly bowed and expressed their thanks, not daring to show the slightest negligence. Nuwa felt at ease. With a slight sweep of her sleeve, she boarded the Phoenix Chariot and departed, her cloud carriage slowly rising as it returned directly to Wa Huang Palace.
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On this day, an unusual guest suddenly arrived at Zhou Camp. He was wrapped in a broad black robe, his thin body gnarled like an ancient pine. His dry, shriveled face was covered in deep wrinkles, as though the bark had been stripped from a thousand-year-old tree, exposing its rugged sinews.
His narrow eyes were half-open, and