Wa Emperor Palace.
"Little sister, Ji Meng was indeed at fault, but there's no need to leave the Demon Race over him. What will the Demon Race think of you if you do this?"
Even now, Fuxi was sparing no effort in trying to persuade Nuwa.
Clearly, Fuxi attached great importance to the Demon Race. Moreover, he felt that Di Jun valued him immensely, stirring in him the urge to die for a man who truly understood his worth.
Thus, he did not want his little sister Nuwa to leave the Demon Race and plunge it into turmoil.
Nuwa held a position of enormous importance within the Demon Race.
Fuxi knew this, which was precisely why he kept trying to persuade her.
Yet Nuwa had grown utterly sick of listening. After the incident with Ji Meng in particular, she no longer felt any sense of belonging to the Demon Race.
Turning to face Fuxi, Nuwa said coldly, "Brother, I brought you to Wa Emperor Palace, not to act as the Demon Race's spokesman. Say another word, and don't blame your little sister for throwing you out!"
Seeing that Nuwa was not joking, Fuxi hastily shut his mouth.
Fuxi doted on his little sister, so when he saw that she was truly angry, he did not dare provoke her.
Besides, Nuwa had been more talented than him since childhood. Her strength now far surpassed his, and he was no match for her at all.
[Pfft... Fuxi, that hopeless blockhead, can't do a thing against his little sister Nuwa. Sure enough, every creature has its natural counter...]
Watching the siblings bicker, Ling Feng secretly stifled his laughter.
Nuwa heard him and smiled smugly.
"Little sister, what did you call me here for?"
Only when he saw Nuwa's expression soften did Fuxi venture