After Dijiang finished speaking, he glanced up at Nüwa, who sat in the seat of honor.
He had already seen the fury in Nüwa's eyes.
If these two kept fooling around, Nüwa would probably lose her temper.
Nüwa shot Dijiang a cold glare.
Helpless, Dijiang could only cup his hands, asking her to show mercy.
Only then did Nüwa nod in satisfaction.
Beside them, Daochen kept his head down and drank. How could he dare react at all?
Who would believe that the mighty Demon Emperor, a figure who swept across the Primordial World unchallenged,
was actually this terrified of his wife?
In truth, it was not chiefly fear of his wife. As the saying went, with right on your side, you could travel the world; without it, you could not take a single step.
That described Daochen's situation perfectly.
Xuanming had feelings for him, and he had more or less noticed.
He was the one at fault for getting involved with another woman.
If he still acted as though he were in the right, Nüwa might well beat him to death.
Setting aside the Witch Clan's little maneuvers,
the other immortals and cultivators were also mingling frequently.
Some worked up their courage to approach the Demon Emperor and offer a toast.
Others stayed off to one side, currying favor with those around him.
Just then, Daochen glanced at Shennong beside him and asked quietly, "Has Fuxi made his preparations?"
Shennong looked slightly surprised. "He has been preparing for a long time. The Human Race's momentum is soaring! There should be no problem!"
Daochen nodded. "Good. Disaster is about to descend on the Human Race."
Indeed, Guangchengzi and the others had appeared at the Eastern Seashore.
Behind Guangchengzi stood the four great Fierce Beasts, behind them his four fellow disciples,