After Xuluo bowed, he respectfully lowered his head, waiting to hear the Saint's Word.
But even after a long while, there was no response. He hesitated, then cautiously looked up. The moment he saw Nuwa's expression, he was startled.
He discovered that the Human Race Saint Mother, Saint Nuwa, was staring at him in a daze, her gaze fervent. He could even sense waves of excitement radiating from her.
Xuluo was at a loss. Though he had reached the Early Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, he had always been a recluse devoted to cultivation. He had never imagined that his first audience with a saint would turn out like this.
Nuwa, the Creation Saint, was overwhelmed with emotion. Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed straight at Xuluo, murmuring,
"Brother, I've finally found you!"
Nuwa's saintly voice trembled. She took a small step forward, slowly approaching him.
Xuluo, however, turned pale with shock. Hearing the Saint Mother address him that way brought him no joy—only deep unease. He was merely a Taiyi Golden Immortal; he could never presume to accept such treatment from a saint.
He was about to kneel in fear, but though he bent his knees, he could not sink to the ground. Realizing the saint had used her power to hold him up, he could only bow and say, "I am but an insignificant junior of the Human Race. I am unworthy of being called your elder brother, Your Ladyship. I beg the Saint Mother to take back those words."
Nuwa's expression did not change; her excitement remained undiminished, as if she had expected him to respond this way. She raised her jade hand and lightly pointed a finger. A vast surge of Creation Saint Power poured forth and entered Xuluo through the center of his brow.