"Congratulations, fellow Daoist." Dao Xuan approached Nuwa and offered his congratulations.
Xuanming naturally followed suit, addressing Nuwa as Martial Aunt.
But his words caused an uproar among the other mighty figures.
Calling a Saint "fellow Daoist"? Dao Xuan, are you serious?
That was far too disrespectful.
Many faces changed at once. As they stared at Dao Xuan's back, their scalps prickled.
Before Nuwa became a Saint, there had been nothing wrong with calling her "fellow Daoist."
After all, they had all listened to teachings in Zixiao Palace.
But now Nuwa was a Saint.
All beneath a Saint were ants! And an ant dared call a Saint "fellow Daoist"? Where did he get the nerve?
Dijun and Taiyi had already been in a foul mood when they saw Dao Xuan arrive. They remembered how he had extorted branches from their three great spiritual roots. They had never been able to track him down, which was the only reason they had yet to settle the score.
Now that Dao Xuan had finally appeared, they planned to teach him a lesson once the gathering ended.
But Dao Xuan had gone and courted death himself.
Dijun and Taiyi could hardly wait to see how Empress Nuwa would deal with this brazen madman.
Jieyin and his junior brother Zhunti felt much the same. Dao Xuan had clashed with them over the Innate Geng Metal Origin of the Bodhi Tree.
In the end, he had seized it by force. Both Jieyin and Zhunti had been gravely wounded and had needed a long time to recover.
Naturally, the two still bore him a grudge.
Now Dao Xuan had come here and called Nuwa "fellow Daoist" instead of "Empress," breaching all etiquette. They were eager to see how he would get out of this.
Not far away, Fuxi