With Nüwa's pride, she would never say such things to Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Dijun.
In truth, after all this fuss, Nüwa had begun to waver inwardly.
Perhaps I should just say yes to Daochen!
Daochen might be a little wicked, and a little rough with me...
But aside from that, there doesn't seem to be anything else wrong with him...
Besides, with his talent and looks, Daochen would make a very suitable match for me.
At that thought, an alluring blush involuntarily rose on Nüwa's breathtaking face.
"Pah, pah, pah..."
Nüwa, what are you thinking?
Nüwa shook her head, casting the thought out of her mind. When she looked up again, her face was utterly cold.
With a flicker, she headed toward her cultivation grounds on Mount Buzhou.
She had originally intended to take advantage of the establishment of the Ten Thousand Witch Ancestral Court to get out and clear her head, rather than spend every waking moment thinking about that fellow Daochen.
Yet for some reason, the more Nüwa resisted, the clearer Daochen's figure became in her mind.
No matter how she tried, she could not shake him off.
Even the urge to accept Daochen grew stronger in her heart.
Perhaps I should just say yes to Daochen?
Watching Nüwa leave without a word, Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi could only sigh helplessly before catching up with Daochen and heading toward the Witch Clan.
Compared with Daochen's last visit, the Witch Clan had undergone a transformation that turned heaven and earth upside down. Palaces stood in clusters, arranged in orderly tiers.
Outside the towering Pangu Hall, twelve slightly smaller palaces stood in sequence, lofty and imposing, with the rugged grandeur unique to the Witch Clan.
In the open space at their center stood a statue hundreds of millions