"Fellow Daoist, now that I have bound my fortune to the Demon Race, please do not stand watch and lend aid in the days ahead. When Sages clash one day, you can also lend me a hand."
Nüwa gazed at the Demon Race's fortune gradually settling within the Chaos Pearl and spoke calmly.
"Of course. Since I've accepted your benefits, naturally I have to do something for you, don't I?"
Daochen grinned, still beaming as he looked at Nüwa.
Every time Nüwa saw that expression on Daochen's face, she felt so annoyed that she wanted to raise her fists and give him a couple of solid punches.
I'm a Sage too! Daochen, could you stop acting like you've got me wrapped around your little finger every single time?
So infuriating!
But what could I do when I couldn't beat him?
Nüwa's eyes blazed with indignation, but that was all. There was not a trace of anger in her heart. Instead, a sense of sweetness welled up within her.
It was an exceedingly strange feeling.
She only ever experienced that peculiar sensation when she was with Daochen.
"Fellow Daoist Nüwa, look, my side hall is almost finished, and the Demon Emperor Palace is so spacious. When will you come make a nestful of little Golden Crows with me for fun?"
"Your Wa Imperial Palace is far too quiet, too. A little more life would always be good. Surely that would be better than being all alone in that empty place?"
Daochen moved, appearing before Nüwa in an instant.
His eyes, brilliant as stars, gazed at her with such amusement that she backed away in alarm.
Thump!
Nüwa kept retreating until she accidentally bumped into the corner of the Demon Emperor Palace, leaving her nowhere else to go.
Daochen braced one hand