"What exactly will you do?"
"With the cultivation of this avatar of yours, never mind Huoyun-you might not even be a match for his son."
Nuwa looked indifferent. She had not even waited for Kunlun to finish before shutting him down.
Hearing this, Kunlun remained unwilling to accept it, but said nothing more. After all, only an avatar of his had ended up here, with merely the cultivation of the second heaven of the Primordial Chaos Realm!
Nuwa and Hongjun were even worse off. Their avatars possessed only fourth-heaven Dao-Unification Realm cultivation.
If they fought Huoyun, even the three of them together would not stand the slightest chance, so they could only swallow their humiliation for now!
Nuwa gazed into the distance, her brow still furrowed.
"I know full well that Huoyun is trying to cling to Heavenly Venerable Qinghuo, who stands behind Bai Yushan!"
"As early as Indra's death, I already anticipated that those fellows behind Prison Suppression would do everything they could to push Qinghuo into the vacant Heavenly Venerable position!"
"Even my father cannot change something like this."
"So Huoyun knows how to trim his sails to the wind. He merely wants to gain a little dignity in front of my father."
Yet as she spoke, a trace of disdain surfaced in Nuwa's eyes.
"But as long as he spends even one more day in the Primordial Chaos Holy Land, he must learn to obey unconditionally!"
"Once we return, we can consider replacing both father and son."
At these words, Kunlun's and Hongjun's eyes immediately lit up.
They had known that, as the Eldest Daughter of Heavenly Venerable Fenyan, Nuwa would never let Huoyun be a fence-sitter. She was simply far more composed than they were!
Just then, Hongjun frowned slightly.
"Then right now, we..."
Before Hongjun