Jieyin and Zhunti's bodies went rigid, and an extremely ominous premonition suddenly surged up in their hearts.
Beside them, Yuanshi also thought inwardly that things were bad.
Damn it. Nuwa couldn't really know about that matter, could she?
In truth, when they learned that Di Xin was Wu's reincarnation, they had already suspected that the matter of the poem in Nuwa Palace might have been exposed.
But during the Tribulation, Nuwa had never mentioned it, which left them clinging to a shred of luck.
They had never imagined that Nuwa actually did know, and had endured until the Tribulation ended before making trouble.
Jieyin braced himself and stepped forward, saying with a bitter face, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, what is the meaning of this?"
"My junior brother has already been gravely injured by Fellow Daoist Yuanshi and urgently needs to recuperate. If Fellow Daoist wishes to reminisce, I will certainly pay you a visit another day."
"Reminisce?"
Nuwa gave a cold laugh, stepped out, and saintly might spread all around.
"I have no mood to reminisce with two shameless wretches."
She pointed a slender hand at Zhunti, her eyes filled with Baleful Intent.
"Zhunti, when you wrote that poem in my Nuwa Palace to humiliate this palace, did you ever think this day would come?"
"What? You dared do it but don't dare admit it?"
"Or do you think that because this palace is alone, you can bully me however you please?"
The moment these words came out, Saint Taiqing was startled.
A poem in Nuwa Palace?
Wasn't that done by Di Xin?
How had it become Zhunti?
Taiqing immediately reacted, and the look he cast at Zhunti instantly turned strange.
Good fellow.
So that was you impersonating him back then?
These Two Sages of the West, in order to scheme