This woman really is strange...
Seeing Houtu smile, Ling Feng gave her a slight nod, though he was secretly puzzled. Why does she keep looking at me? Does she know me? Do I know her?
That makes no sense. How could I have no memory of such a beautiful girl... forget it. You don't strike a smiling face. Since I'm here, I might as well settle in.
Hearing Ling Feng's thoughts, Nuwa also found Houtu rather odd. Still, the other woman had shown no ill intent, so she could hardly say anything. She merely grew more guarded around Houtu.
Meanwhile, cultivators from the Primordial World arrived one after another. Over a thousand had already gathered outside Zixiao Palace, but its doors remained tightly shut, with no sign of opening.
Just then, Fuxi spotted Di Jun and Taiyi and hurried over to greet them.
The three chatted merrily, almost regretting that they had not met sooner.
Before long, Fuxi smilingly brought Di Jun and Taiyi over to Nuwa, hoping to introduce his sister to the Demon Race sovereigns he had befriended.
These two are the sovereigns Brother said were capable of leading the Demon Race?
Nuwa had already noticed the three approaching. Now, she looked over the two men beside Fuxi. Clad in golden robes, they strode with the bearing of dragons and tigers, exuding a sovereign's commanding presence. She inwardly nodded in appreciation. They do seem to have some ability and imposing presence...
But my wayward disciple said these two are no good either. In the end, they'll lead the Demon Race to destruction and drag Brother down with them, leaving him dead and his Dao extinguished.
At that thought, Nuwa narrowed her phoenix eyes, her gaze turning cold.
Clearly, because of Ling Feng, Nuwa felt nothing but aversion toward