In an instant, only Nuwa, Fuxi, and Sun Wukong remained inside the Great Hall.
Nuwa stopped putting on airs as well. She rose directly from the Cloud Bed and stretched lazily.
She then walked slowly over to Sun Wukong, gently patted him on the shoulder, and revealed a playful smile at the corner of her mouth.
"Little Wukong, do you know why I asked you to stay behind?"
Fuxi's mouth twitched at the side. He simply closed his eyes, deciding that what he couldn't see couldn't hurt him.
Sun Wukong scratched his head. He was somewhat unaccustomed to Nuwa's change, but he still answered honestly, "This disciple doesn't know. Please enlighten me, master."
Nuwa chuckled softly and said meaningfully, "Little Wukong, if I told you that the road ahead of you is destined to be filled with thorns, and that you may even find yourself on the brink of life and death at any moment, would you still be afraid?"
"Huh?" Sun Wukong looked at Nuwa in confusion. "Disciple doesn't quite understand."
Based on what he had learned from the Blood Scripture, along with the explanations given by Six-Eared Macaque and the others,
the Blood Sea Lineage should be the strongest force in the Great Wilderness. On top of that, he had now taken a Saint like Nuwa as his Master.
It would already be enough if he could run rampant through the Great Wilderness, so why would he constantly find himself on the brink of life and death?
Nuwa looked at his puzzled expression and poked her chin with a finger. "How should I put this? Your birth was actually far more complicated than it appears on the surface."
"If you had been born normally, your foundation and origin should have been about the same as theirs."
"However, in