After Dijun and Taiyi finished their discussion, they ascended Mount Buzhou!
On Mount Buzhou, within the Demon Emperor Palace's reception pavilion...
Four thrones were arranged for host and guests alike! Dijun, Taiyi, Nuwa, and Fuxi each sat upon one!
"May I know what Your Ladyship thinks?" Dijun forced a smile. Though he was utterly unwilling in his heart, he still spoke of the matter he and Taiyi had discussed not long ago!
"You and I are both of the Demon Race. When the Demon Race faces calamity, my brother and I shall naturally lend our aid!" Nuwa smiled faintly, agreeing to Taiyi and Dijun's terms!
"Excellent!" Delight appeared on Dijun's face, though inwardly he was disdainful!
The Demon Race faces calamity? Naturally lend your aid? Why did I not see you helping during that conflict six thousand years ago? Why did I not see you helping as the Demon Race suffered defeat after defeat against the Witch Race over these six thousand years? If not for the Primordial Purple Qi, would you have agreed so readily?
Dijun was extremely displeased, yet he had no choice but to suppress it! Just as he was about to say something, Nuwa suddenly spoke with a trace of apology:
"However, Nuwa has gained some insight this time and must enter seclusion for a period. Only after I emerge may I proceed with this matter alongside the two Demon Emperors!"
"Hm?" At those words, Dijun and Taiyi's expressions immediately changed. Thinking Nuwa was making excuses to shirk the matter, they no longer cared for decorum and said coldly, "What do you mean by this, Daoist friend? Could it be that you intend to go back on your word?"
"Your Ladyship" had become "Daoist friend," and the tone of their words was not polite in the