Because Fellow Daoist Nuwa couldn't possibly be unaware that she disliked this fellow, nor could she possibly be unaware of how much she detested him. Since she knew she disliked him, how could she possibly have sent him here?
Wasn't that highly unreasonable?
The more Tongtian thought about it, the more suspicious he became, and the suspicion in his eyes grew deeper. He always felt that something was wrong with Kunpeng coming to find him.
Could this be an act put on by Kunpeng?
Could Kunpeng have used Nuwa's name to trick him into coming out so that he could help the Demon Clan overcome its crisis?
Otherwise, if Fellow Daoist Nuwa wanted to ask him for help, she could have simply sent him a voice transmission. There was no need to send Kunpeng all this way.
The more Tongtian thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong with this matter. There were far too many suspicious points. His expression darkened, and he gave Kunpeng a cold look before speaking.
"Enough with the act. Tell me."
Kunpeng was dumbfounded by Tongtian's sudden question.
"Huh? Tell you—tell you what...?"
Tongtian had still been somewhat wavering a moment ago. Why had his expression turned ugly again the next?
That was an instant change of face...
"Tell me who sent you here. If Fellow Daoist Nuwa wants to ask me for help, she could have sent me a voice transmission. Why would she send you?"
Tongtian's gaze was sharp as he asked the question straight to the point, leaving Kunpeng no time to think.
Under Tongtian's stare, Kunpeng felt guilty and uneasy, and his body stiffened slightly. When he heard this, his heart gave an involuntary thump, and his entire heart rose into his throat.
Had Tongtian already divined everything?