Those two words seemed more powerful and weighty than any divine ability.
Thank us?
What do you have to thank us for?
You created our entire lineage. What do you have to thank us for?
Qi WuHuo felt as though something was lodged in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He drew a deep breath. Shangqing Great Dao Lord patted the young Daoist on the shoulder. For once, his tone had lost its earlier sharp edge and carried a hint of warmth.
"WuHuo, there's no need to be so upset. We can still find a way. Although Fellow Daoist Wa Huang isn't in good shape, she still exists. As long as her existence hasn't been erased, with your talent and my guidance, it's only a matter of time before you rescue her."
"Making a show of such tender emotions won't help you save her."
Shangqing Great Dao Lord kept a hand on the young Daoist's shoulder and gave it a firm pat.
But seeing Wa Huang's current plight, Shangqing Great Dao Lord also felt a pang of sorrow.
Fuxi was Fuxi.
Wa Huang was Wa Huang.
Even in ancient times, the two had been clearly distinguished.
He patted the Daoist's shoulder and said, "Still feeling down? Come on, come spar with me! When something happens and you're feeling miserable, go pick a fight. After a good bout, you won't feel so bad!"
"Come on!"
Shangqing Great Dao Lord dragged Qi WuHuo away to spar.
Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable shook his head and said evenly, "He's still the same. He thinks anything can be solved with a fight. When he's in a good mood, he seeks people out to spar and cross swords; when he's in a bad mood, he does the same. If he wins, he's satisfied, and if