Tongtian had been dealt with, but there were still two Saints present.
And among those two Saints, one was even a Second-Tier Saint!
This multiplied Zhunti and Jieyin's pressure.
What were they supposed to do?
Zhunti struck first and began to weep bitterly. "Senior Sister Nuwa, this matter was my fault, but... but I had no choice."
"Senior Sister Nuwa, The West is barren, a place where birds would not even shit. Please show mercy."
"No choice?" Anger filled Nuwa's phoenix eyes. "Tell me, then. What exactly left you with no choice?"
"Well... this..."
"Uh..."
Zhunti stammered for ages without managing to explain himself.
"Hmph."
Nuwa snorted coldly. "One-third of Western Teach's destiny will go to the Human Race. Let this matter end here, or else... This Palace will tear down your Mount Sumeru today!"
"No, Senior Sister Nuwa!"
Jieyin wailed as he tried to use the same trick he had used on the Dao Ancestor, lunging to hug Nuwa's long leg. Nuwa kicked him flying. "Get lost. Disgusting."
Disgust and revulsion appeared on Nuwa's exquisite face.
Shameless.
A dignified Saint, crying and sniveling.
It was simply a disgrace to the dignity of Saints.
Jieyin did not mind being kicked. He simply lay in midair, tears of helpless regret streaming down his face. "Senior Sister Nuwa, we truly know we were wrong. Please spare us."
Nuwa remained iron-faced and impartial, repeating herself. "One-third of your destiny."
Zhunti's face twitched in pain. "Senior Sister Nuwa, The West's destiny is meager. It cannot compare to the flourishing destiny of the Human Race. One-third of our destiny... one-third is far too much."
Nuwa snorted. Her phoenix eyes grew colder as the space above her head shattered, and an embroidered ball tied with a red ribbon flew out. "This Palace does not wish to