After coming inside, Nuwa thought, There isn't much time. Houtu could arrive at any moment. I need to get to the bottom of this quickly.
After chatting casually for a few moments, Nuwa asked as if the thought had just occurred to her, "Young Master, what do you know about the myriad races of the Primordial World?"
Jiang Ping was taken aback and smiled wryly. "To be honest, I know very little."
"Oh? Then do you know about the Human Race?"
Jiang Ping's eyes widened. "The Human Race? I know about them. Nuwa created them, didn't she? She made little people out of clay, and then they multiplied and grew throughout the Primordial World."
Thunder seemed to rumble through Nuwa's mind. For a long while, she couldn't calm herself!
So it had all been arranged by the expert!
Could it be that the expert had foreseen the calamity that would befall the Witch and Demon Clans?
And had he been guiding me in secret all along, leading me to establish the Human Race so I could gain merit and fortune, then seize the opportunity to attain the Dao and become a saint?
My vision was too narrow. How could the expert fail to see the changes awaiting the Primordial World?
But no matter how the Primordial World changed, to the expert it was nothing more than a game.
The expert had gone to such lengths for my sake, to help me fulfill my destiny!
How could I ever repay this kindness? Ah!
Seeing Nuwa fall silent for so long, Jiang Ping asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"
Nuwa wanted to speak, but stopped herself. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, and she had no idea where to begin.
Just then, another knock sounded from outside.
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