"Nüwa, your compassion is unmatched and your merits boundless. You may become my final disciple."
Then Hongjun Daozu's gaze fell upon Nüwa, a flicker passing through his eyes.
"This disciple pays respects to Master."
Nüwa did not dare raise any objection and could only bow deeply.
"Though you were not transformed from the primordial spirit of the Pangu Three Pure Ones and possess no merit from creating heaven and earth, your future merits will be boundless. I shall grant you the top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, the Red Embroidered Ball and the Rivers and Mountains Map, to protect your Dao."
"One is for attack and one for defense, giving you both offense and defense. They suit you well."
"There shall be a place for you among the sage positions of the Primordial Wilderness."
As he spoke, Hongjun Daozu raised a hand and sent a strand of Primordial Violet Qi into Nüwa's body.
"Thank you, Master, for bestowing these treasures. Nüwa is endlessly grateful."
Nüwa bowed in thanks, then looked at Hongjun Daozu and waited for him to bestow the treasures.
"Mm... mm?"
Hongjun Daozu was just about to take out the Red Embroidered Ball and the Rivers and Mountains Map when his movements suddenly halted. The indifferent expression on his face could no longer hold, and his face stiffened.
Where was my Rivers and Mountains Map?
Where was my huge map?
Where was my map?
It was gone?
What?
At this very moment, Hongjun Daozu was truly dumbfounded, his head full of black lines.
So many people below were watching him.
Especially Nüwa, his final disciple, who was staring at him eagerly.
If he could not take it out, would he not be slapping his own face?
Did Hongjun not care about his dignity?
How was he supposed to maintain a