Nuwa was badly startled. Her teacher had said before that she must not accept this Primordial Violet Qi, as it contained Heavenly Dao's scheme. Unfortunately, she was too weak to resist Hongjun.
"Teacher, Teacher, where are you? Didn't you say you would come with me?"
Nuwa kept calling out in her heart as the Primordial Violet Qi drew closer and closer to her.
Just as the Primordial Violet Qi neared Nuwa's Primordial Spirit, a streak of azure light flashed by. The Primordial Violet Qi was forced back at once, far away from her Primordial Spirit.
"What is going on?"
The great powers present were all dumbfounded. This was an opportunity to become a saint—how could Nuwa possibly be willing to refuse it? She had refused to acknowledge a master before, and now she was refusing an opportunity to become a saint. Was she an idiot?
"Nuwa, are you saying that you disdain my Primordial Violet Qi, and also disdain the position of Heavenly Dao Saint?"
Seeing Nuwa's unusual reaction, Hongjun's expression turned exceedingly grim. She had rejected him again and again—where was a saint supposed to put his dignity?
Then, saintly pressure poured forth and bore down upon Nuwa. The entire Great Hall fell deathly silent, and no one dared even breathe.
"Oh no!"
Nuwa's heart sank. Saint Hongjun was angry.
"Hongjun! What imposing authority you have!"
A radiant light flashed, and the pressure within the Great Hall instantly vanished. Two figures suddenly appeared inside.
"Teacher!"
Having narrowly escaped disaster, Nuwa cried out happily. She hurriedly rose and bowed to Xuan Qing, then looked at Han Xi and called, "Martial Aunt!"
"Greetings, Seniors!" Fuxi, standing nearby, also rose with Nuwa and bowed to Xuan Qing and Han Xi.
Who was this?
Xuan Qing's appearance gave the great powers present quite