Nuwa had yet to find a sanctuary of her own, so she was temporarily making do with a cave in the wilderness at the foot of Mount Buzhou.
With her heart set solely on seeking the Dao, Nuwa cared nothing for humble lodgings. She had always cultivated with a tranquil mind, which was why she had become one of the renowned powerhouses of the Primordial Continent.
Even her elder brother, Fuxi, fell short of her in strength.
Even Nuwa's strength was inferior to that of her elder brother, Fuxi.
Ling Feng, who had been forced to become her attendant, was pounding her back and massaging her feet, suffering and enjoying himself at the same time.
He suffered because he disliked being an attendant.
He enjoyed himself because few men would refuse the chance to massage a goddess like Nuwa.
Unless they were impotent or freaks.
Ling Feng was a normal man, so he enjoyed it immensely.
What he resisted was merely his status as an attendant. But since he could not overpower her right now, he could only bow his head.
He was merely a weak True Immortal. Faced with the domineering, overbearing Nuwa, he could only submit to the woman's will and let her take whatever she wanted.
Yet while the fellow looked utterly miserable in front of Nuwa, his inner thoughts told a completely different story!
This little wench actually made me her attendant. Just you wait. Once I grow stronger, I'll make you my maid, have you kneel and sing "Conquest," and call me Master.
You rotten little brat, watch me pinch your twin cherries and thrust into your lone **...
Ling Feng's thoughts seethed with pent-up anger, making Nuwa's delicate brows draw together.
You actually want to make me your maid? Have me call you Master?