Nüwa was still pondering. That single word, "human," rang through her heart like evening drums and morning bells. Hongjun was pondering too: how could he stop Qin Fen from coming into contact with Nüwa? Now that Nüwa had an impression of humans, strictly speaking, creating humanity was still her undertaking, not something delegated to someone else. But Qin Fen deserved credit for the hint and would take a little of the merit. Compared with the merit of creating humanity, though, that little bit was a mere drop in the ocean. It would not affect the bigger picture.
What disgusted Hongjun was not that Qin Fen had come to cause trouble again, but that he kept screwing him over, time after time. It hurt. Not only had he snatched the Creation of Heaven away, Hongjun had to thank him for the reminder about teaching and enlightening others. What a bitter experience. He knew perfectly well the man was a bastard, yet he still had to write him a thank-you letter. Nobody could stomach that.
It was the same now. Creating humanity was Nüwa's undertaking, but with Qin Fen sticking his nose in, Hongjun not only lost all authority as her teacher, he also had to fucking thank the guy for giving his student a hint. Worse, he had to find a way to clean up the mess, because he could not tell Nüwa outright that creating humanity was her destined opportunity. Heaven's secrets could not be revealed. He was aiming for Dao Integration, after all. If he had no principles at all, how the hell could he integrate with the Dao? The Heavenly Dao was impartial.
Yet while he could not reveal anything, Qin Fen was spilling secrets left and right. Hongjun could not even be bothered to complain about the