As soon as he stepped outside, Fuxi heard an "ouch" and happened to collide with Nuwa, who had just returned from Zixiao Palace.
"Little Sister, you're back? You... are you all right? Did it hurt when you bumped into me?"
Nuwa shook her head, her eyes vacant. Her disheveled hair hung limply over her shoulders, and her wispy bangs fluttered wildly, making her look utterly dejected.
That wasn't all. Beads of blood seeped from Nuwa's shoulder, and she was covered in dust, looking exactly like someone who had been bullied.
Where was the elegance and dignity of the Holy Mother of the Human Race and a saint? Nuwa looked as though she had just crawled out of a garbage heap. She was filthy and disheveled!
Fuxi's eyes widened at the sight, filled with disbelief, and he stood frozen in place.
"Little Sister, what happened to you?"
"Was it that old bastard Hongjun? What did he do to you?"
Nuwa was still hesitating over whether she should submit to Hongjun. She was caught in endless inner turmoil and didn't hear a word Fuxi said. She didn't even realize that she had returned to Wa Huang Palace.
Seeing Nuwa remain silent, Fuxi took it as his little sister's tacit admission and concluded that Ancestor Hongjun had done something terrible to her.
Otherwise, why would his little sister be in such a sorry state? Why would she have become like this?
As a sister-obsessed man, how could Fuxi possibly tolerate his little sister being bullied by that rotten old man Hongjun?
"Little Sister, say something! What exactly did that old bastard Hongjun do to you? Don't be afraid. Big Brother is here. I'll get you justice!"
The more Fuxi spoke, the angrier he became. His eyes reddened, his blood surged, and every vein