Had she not walked in herself without sensing the slightest ripple of teleportation along the way,
Nuwa would surely have suspected that she had been transported to another world.
Nuwa's eyes widened.
If she were to cultivate in seclusion somewhere like this...
Perhaps it would not be so hard to accept.
Yuanfeng looked up at the situation Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, the corner of her mouth twitching.
When she had cultivated in seclusion, she had done so in the cold, lonely emptiness of space.
How did her junior sister get so much affection?
Master had actually carved out a separate space just for her junior sister?
This could no longer even be called a mere space.
After all, carving out a space was something a Quasi-Saint could do.
What Tongtian had done was create a small world.
And a stable small world at that.
Neither she nor Beast Emperor Shen Ni had received such treatment.
Beast Emperor Shen Ni had built his own palace Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.
She did not even have a palace.
The next time she went Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, she would have to build one herself.
With that comparison,
Master's favoritism toward her junior sister was a little too blatant.
Still, Yuanfeng had little to say about it.
She had not seen any sign that Master harbored other intentions toward Nuwa.
Besides, this was Master's business.
It was not her place to say much.
All she could do was keep putting Feng Jiu through her paces.
Feng Jiu had only just emerged from her secluded cultivation.
Even a Quasi-Saint
could not cultivate in seclusion forever without resting.
Otherwise,
her mind and will would not be able to bear it.
More importantly,
she now felt that she was ready.
She could break through to become a