"Fellow Daoist Bai Ze, you flatter me too much!"
Nuwa looked embarrassed, but inside, she was delighted.
Bai Ze was quite the silver-tongued flatterer. Every word he spoke was a shower of praise, soothing her to the very core. How could Nuwa not be moved?
But Nuwa's reason was not so easily swayed. "Fellow Daoist Bai Ze, everything you've said may well be true!"
"It's not just true... No, it's not 'may well be'—it's the truth! I beg Empress Nuwa to leave the mountain and become the Demon Ancestor!"
Bai Ze pressed his advantage.
"Fellow Daoist Bai Ze, don't be hasty. Listen to me first." Nuwa shook her head. "After the last sermon, when we left the Zixiao Palace, Master warned us that the Witch-Demon Tribulation would descend upon the Primordial World, and that many would die in it. He told us disciples not to get involved, lest we be caught up in the slaughter!"
"Since Master warned us beforehand, how could I ignore his teachings?"
"This..."
Nuwa had invoked Old Ancestor Hongjun, and Bai Ze's heart immediately sank.
That made persuading her seem all but impossible.
"The future of the Demon Race hinges on this. If I can't persuade Nuwa to join forces with us, the Ancestral Witches will surely wipe out the Demon Race!"
The countless demon tribes were in disarray. Without someone strong enough to take charge, they were far too weak compared to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
If they united, they might at least be able to put up a fight!
At that moment, Bai Ze's thoughts raced. No! Since I've come to Buzhou Mountain, I can't leave empty-handed. I have to think of a way to persuade Empress Nuwa—and refute even what Dao Ancestor Hongjun said!
Soon, delight spread across Bai Ze's face. "I've got