Nuwa gave no response for a long time, and the atmosphere in the hall grew tense.
Dijun frowned slightly, unable to understand. He had already made his position so clear—why wouldn't Nuwa agree?
After all, the Demon Race was Nuwa's mother race.
In the eyes of the outside world, Nuwa was already the Demon Race's Saint.
Wasn't binding Nuwa's Fortune to the Demon Race only natural?
After a brief hesitation, Dijun shifted his gaze to Fuxi, who stood nearby.
The reason he had brought Fuxi along to Nuwa Palace was, of course, in the hope that Fuxi would help persuade her.
Meeting Dijun's gaze, Fuxi naturally understood what he meant.
Earlier, the Heavenly Dao had severed Nuwa's karmic ties and Fortune with the Human Race, causing her to lose her position as the Human Race's Holy Mother.
On top of that, her cultivation had plummeted, falling straight from the Saint realm to the Sub-Saint level.
Seeing Nuwa's pale face and the disappointment and unwillingness she could barely conceal, Fuxi couldn't help but feel for her as her older brother.
After a brief silence, he spoke up to comfort her:
"Little sister, the Yao Emperor is right!"
"The Human Race has turned its back on you. They treat you as if you don't exist, and have even publicly stripped you of your honored position and taken your Fortune."
"Why should you still feel attached to that heartless, ungrateful Human Race?"
"They... are no longer the naïve, grateful people they once were."
As Fuxi spoke, his tone carried a hint of helplessness and indignation.
He felt the Human Race had gone too far.
After all, Nuwa was the one who had created their race, yet Huang Tian had now led countless members of the Human Race in publicly stripping her of her