At this moment, seeing Zhunti rendered speechless, Nuwa pressed her advantage. She cast Zhunti a disdainful glance and said, "Looking at you two, you clearly have no achievements worth mentioning. You're merely using the living beings of the Western Continent as a pretext to seek personal gain. You truly are shameless scoundrels of rotten character."
Faced with Nuwa's personal attack once more, Jieyin and Zhunti's eyes reddened. This time, however, it was not an act; they were enraged and humiliated.
Although they knew that after their earlier performance, their reputations would surely suffer, and labels such as shameless and thick-skinned would be firmly stamped upon them.
Still, this was not beyond redemption. If they publicized things well, they could portray it as sacrificing their own reputations for the revival of the Western Continent. They could even claim that their hearts in seeking the Dao were steadfast and that they did not care about outward appearances—
But after Nuwa's questioning, their reputations were no longer merely bad. They had become completely rotten, beyond all hope of cleansing.
At once, Jieyin and Zhunti both wanted to fight Nuwa to the death, take revenge on her, and seize the prayer mat while they were at it.
However, the moment that thought arose, an immense terror suddenly welled up in their hearts.
When they looked at Nuwa, there seemed to be anticipation hidden in her eyes. Was she waiting for them to make a move? And Fuxi's aura was concealed yet poised, as though he was prepared at any moment. Yuan Yan, Yuan Jie, Yuan Lun, and Yuan Ling did not speak or show any intention of acting, but they watched the pair with faintly amused smiles.
They immediately dared not move. They suppressed the fury in their hearts as though nothing had happened.