Laozi was actually quite helpless. He had no choice but to do this; it was his only chance to attain the Dao. Even if it offended Nuwa, he had to do it.
"I have passed down the Golden Pill Great Dao. Cultivate well."
"We shall obey the Saint's teachings!" the Human Race said devoutly.
Laozi nodded in satisfaction. His Divine Sense swept across every member of the Human Race, and suddenly, he seemed to spot a familiar figure among the crowd.
"Dao Venerable!"
Laozi nearly cried out. Everything he had done seemed to have unfolded right under the Dao Venerable's nose. Nuwa was the Dao Venerable's disciple—had the Dao Venerable come to cause him trouble?
"I am not the Dao Venerable. I am Xiao, of the Human Race."
Seeing Laozi's stunned expression, Xiao transmitted his voice to him.
Just then, Nuwa's furious voice rang out. "Laozi, you shameless wretch!"
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa!"
Laozi cried out in shock. How had Nuwa arrived so quickly?
"Holy Mother Niang Niang!"
The Human Race also fell to their knees in unison. Yet the sight left them all at a loss. Why was Holy Mother Niang Niang scolding their religious leader?
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, calm down, calm down!"
Laozi was somewhat bewildered. What was Nuwa talking about? She was giving him no face at all.
But upon thinking it over carefully, he had indeed been in the wrong. He had intercepted the Human Race Fortune first, so Nuwa's anger was understandable.
Still, Nuwa was being far too disrespectful. He had only just become a Saint, and Nuwa was already humiliating him. This was utterly intolerable.
The Human Race was also bewildered. Nuwa was, after all, the Holy Mother Niang Niang who had created them. How could Laozi compare to her?
When immortals fought, mortals suffered.