"Master, you're far too violent."
Ling Feng rubbed his swollen, pig-like face, his expression full of resentment.
Nuwa ignored him, her face still cold.
"Don't call me Master. You aren't him. And another thing."
Nuwa pointed at the Impersonators of Di Jun and Taiyi and demanded, "Tell me, what is your relationship with these impostor Demon Emperors?"
Clearly, Nuwa had shown Ling Feng's Clone no courtesy. Still, faced with Ling Feng's face, she had held back from killing him. Otherwise, a single strike from her would have finished off this Quasi-Saint-level Clone.
Moreover, had she not known that the Ling Feng before her was a Clone, she might not have struck him so hard. After all, upon seeing Ling Feng again, she had first been delighted, then merely pretended to be angry.
Only after learning that it was his Clone had she become especially furious. She settled old scores and new alike, venting all her anger directly on him.
The Clone had been unlucky enough to bear everything on behalf of his True Body. Still, he dared not act impudently before Nuwa and answered her questioning honestly.
"They are all puppet substitutes created by my True Body."
Substitutes?
Nuwa frowned. "Then where are the real Di Jun and Taiyi? And why are these two almost identical to them? Even my divine sight cannot see through them. What exactly is going on?"
"This is a special ability of my True Body's. I don't know much about it either. As for the real Di Jun and Taiyi, my True Body and the Ancestral Witches have already sealed them on the Lunar Star."
The Clone's reply was half truth, half falsehood.
There were certain things he could not tell Nuwa outright.
Hearing this, she narrowed her beautiful eyes. "The Ancestral Witches? His relationship