Tongtian had never considered deceiving her. For a Sage like him, there was simply no need.
Whatever was on his mind, he could just say it.
Even if Xihe was unwilling to become his Dao Companion, Tongtian would still feel the same way.
After hearing him out, Xihe looked startled before her expression turned helpless.
Indeed!
People naturally thought differently at different stages of their lives.
Tongtian, however, paid no mind to what Xihe was thinking and instead voiced the question troubling him.
"By the way, Fellow Daoist Xihe, how did you know I had feelings for you?"
"Though that is indeed true, we're now at a critical point in the Investiture Calamity, so I really hadn't intended to tell you just yet."
"I thought that once the Investiture of the Gods was over, there would be plenty of time to settle this matter."
"So I truly am curious. How did you see through me, Fellow Daoist Xihe?"
This was something Tongtian had never been able to figure out. After all, he had shown no sign of it.
Besides, this was the first time he had come to chat with Xihe, and he did not seem to have said anything else out of the ordinary. How had she noticed?
It was also through this conversation that Tongtian found himself increasingly unwilling to let Xihe slip away.
Perhaps she did not possess Daji's peerless, bewitching allure, nor Nuwa's incomparable splendor.
Yet Xihe's gentleness, wisdom, and even her grasp of the bigger picture constantly lent her the bearing of an empress presiding over all beneath heaven.
That was what truly drew Tongtian to her.
Even Yaochi, the current mother of the Heavenly Court, fell far short of Xihe in Tongtian's eyes.
Xihe laughed outright at his question.
"Actually, it's very simple. It