"Brother, are you really not coming with me to see the expert?" Nuwa looked at Fuxi hopefully.
Fuxi shook his head. "Let's wait until I've finished comprehending it. If I truly can't grasp the key, I'll go with you to ask the expert for guidance."
Nuwa was unwilling to give up, but for a moment, she hesitated to speak.
Fuxi, however, had grown curious. "Little sister, what kind of cultivation method did that expert teach you?"
Nuwa giggled. "Brother, you're mistaken. How could an expert be so vulgar? He didn't teach me any cultivation methods or divine abilities. For reasons even I don't know, the expert has taken the form of an ordinary living being."
"Taken the form of an ordinary living being? Then how did he grant you opportunities and benefits?" Fuxi asked, baffled.
"That just shows how little you know, brother. An expert's actions are unfathomable. Besides, his level of cultivation is already beyond what you and I can comprehend."
"In short, every word and action of the expert carries a deeper meaning. Whether you can understand it depends on your own fate and fortune."
Fuxi looked doubtful. "Is it really that miraculous? Still, I must warn you, little sister: don't let yourself be fooled by some trick."
Nuwa smiled and shook her head. "You needn't worry about that, brother. Actually, at the expert's place, even a cup of tea, a piece of fruit, or a sip of water is extraordinary. I can't explain it clearly to you. The more clearly I explain, the less you'll believe me."
"Let me tell you something else. Houtu ate fruit and barbecue at the expert's place, drank some Fruit Wine, then slept soundly. When she woke up, guess what happened?"
Fuxi's eyes shifted as he ventured, "Could Houtu have broken through?"