[Holy shit, Nuwa actually left the Demon Race! This is nothing like what I expected!]
Ling Feng stared in astonishment at Nuwa, who had resolutely sworn to sever her ties with the Demon Race.
He had never imagined that Nuwa could make such a move, much less with such determination. It made him see her in a new light.
[Looks like Nuwa has changed a lot because of my arrival. Still, this is a good thing. By choosing the Human Race, the future protagonists of heaven and earth, she'll surely have a promising path to the Great Dao. This foolish woman finally did something smart... Good. Now I won't have to rack my brains managing the Human Race either. Saves me trouble. Cultivating at my leisure-that's what suits me.]
Ling Feng's muttering had clearly reached Nuwa's mind.
Nuwa secretly gritted her teeth and huffed inwardly, Hmph... You want to save yourself trouble? Not a chance!
Though his thoughts left her secretly embarrassed and annoyed, deep down, his words strengthened her resolve in her choice.
"Little sister, you mustn't!"
Fuxi was horrified. After standing stunned for a moment, he hurriedly tried to dissuade her.
But Nuwa simply turned away, plainly ignoring him.
Di Jun also flew up from the ground. His face pale and strained, he said to Nuwa, "Wa Sovereign, the Demon Race cannot do without you. Please withdraw your oath."
Di Jun still wanted to win Nuwa back.
A Golden Immortal of the Primordial Origin was comparable to a Saint. With Nuwa presiding over the Demon Race, its fortunes flourished, and it could even suppress the Witch Race.
But if Nuwa completely left the Demon Race, the advantage it had painstakingly obtained would cease to exist.
The Demon Race would also be suppressed by the Witch Race!
That was