Mount Buzhou.
A golden light flashed in the void, and Daochen appeared atop the mountain. His gaze was grave as he looked down toward the foot of the mountain, where twelve figures stood outside Pangu Hall, their killing intent soaring into the sky like Chaos Demon Gods.
"A quick calculation told me that you cared deeply for our Demon Race, fellow Daoist, and would surely come here to investigate!"
Just as Daochen appeared, a middle-aged man in white Daoist robes slowly emerged from Mount Buzhou, his eyes brimming with amusement.
Behind him followed a beauty in palace attire. Her phoenix eyes were likewise fixed on Daochen, but her exquisite face still held a proud, haughty expression.
Daochen looked at the two cultivators emerging from Mount Buzhou, especially the middle-aged man who had just spoken.
His face darkened.
Cared deeply for your fucking Demon Race? What the hell did your Demon Race's survival have to do with me?
I came here for myself, all right?
Daochen had no intention of acknowledging Fuxi. Instead, he looked straight at Nüwa behind him and spoke with a smile.
"Fellow Daoist Nüwa, didn't I tell you that we were bound by fate?"
"Look, the Primordial World is so vast, yet we still managed to meet. If that isn't fate, what is?"
At Daochen's words, Fuxi's old face burned.
Fine, you bastard, ignore me if you want, but now you're flirting with my sister right in front of me.
Is that really appropriate?
Even if you want to woo my sister...
Shouldn't you at least acknowledge your future brother-in-law?
What the hell do you mean by treating me like thin air?
I'm a mighty Quasi-Saint now, you know.
I have my dignity too, all right?
Of course, Fuxi could only say these things in his heart.