Deep down, she had been looking forward to the return of the two uncles.
After all, they were the Demon Emperor's own younger brothers.
There were only so many people in their family.
It was such a pity that they could not gather even on such a wonderful occasion.
Still, she knew this was a special time.
It concerned the two brothers' path to sagehood.
If they one day broke through to become Primordial Unity Great Luo Golden Immortals, that would be far better than coming here to offer congratulations.
Next came some Loose Immortals, along with quite a few mighty figures of the Demon Race.
The Ten Great Demon Marshals and numerous Demon Generals were among them.
As she watched them step forward one after another, Nüwa grew puzzled.
She could not help looking up into the distant sky.
The people from the Netherworld Office should have arrived by now. Why were they taking so long?
After all, the Witch Clan and the Demon Emperor shared a deep friendship.
Besides, their invitation had been delivered to the Netherworld Office at the earliest opportunity.
Given the friendship between the two sides, logically speaking...
It should not have come to this.
Had something delayed them?
Just as her thoughts began running wild, Daochen walked out of the Heavenly Court.
"Have the Ancestral Shamans arrived?"
Daochen asked with a cheerful smile.
Nüwa gave him a puzzled look. "What, are you missing some little temptress?"
Daochen's expression stiffened. "Don't talk nonsense. My relationships with everyone are perfectly innocent. Who would I miss besides you? If you don't believe me, shall I cut out my heart and show you?"
Nüwa shot him a disdainful glance. "All right, then. Cut it open and let me see whether your heart is black or red."
Daochen hurriedly