"Many thanks, Senior Han Xi!"
The Five Saints bowed respectfully to Han Xi.
"Save it, I didn't come for you, and you don't need to thank me."
Han Xi cared little for the likes of them, especially the Three Pure Ones; aside from Tongtian, she held zero affection for the other two.
As descendants of Pangu, they never thought to help the Prehistoric Era grow and thrive, fretting day and night over Auspicious Qi instead. They were simply a disgrace to the Pangu bloodline.
As for these two from the Western Lands, she could not even bear to look at them. Time and again, these fellows refused to learn their lesson, and now, they were actually plotting in secret...
If not for Xuan Qing having other plans, she truly wanted to crack open their skulls with the Chaos Bell.
"Many thanks, Uncle-Master!"
Having vented the foul air from her heart, Nuwa's Dao Heart instantly grew clear. Her aura surged unceasingly, seeming as though she might break through at any second.
"Alright, the karma is settled, go back and break through. Saints are immortal and indestructible, which is truly annoying. When you find a chance, go slaughter him a few more times."
The Three Pure Ones and Zhunti could not help shivering. Women truly were the most unprovokable beings. Everyone silently broke out in a cold sweat for Di Jun.
Nuwa steadied her aura and hurried back to Zhou Mountain. By the time Di Jun re-condensed, Nuwa was long gone.
The resurrected Di Jun looked at Han Xi with a complex expression, especially at the Chaos Bell in her hand, which reminded him of his younger brother, Eastern Emperor Tai Yi.
"Di Jun pays respects to Senior Han Xi!"
There was not a trace of resentment in Di Jun's eyes. Right