Before long.
Only two people remained in Biyou Palace.
Tongtian and Lu Feng.
Tongtian looked at Lu Feng.
"What are you going to do?"
Lu Feng blinked. "About what?"
Tongtian gestured with his chin in the direction Nuwa had left. "The other one."
"Oh."
Lu Feng looked utterly unconcerned.
"Let her do whatever she wants."
Tongtian: "..."
He drew a deep breath and stressed his words:
"That was Nuwa!"
Lu Feng nodded. "I know!"
Then he looked at Tongtian. "So what?"
For a moment, Tongtian genuinely had no idea what to say.
"Aren't you going after her?" After some thought, Tongtian felt he ought to say something.
Lu Feng shook his head. "Why would I chase her? Why don't you go, Master?"
Tongtian nearly spat blood. "Why would I go?"
Lu Feng shrugged indifferently. "Oh, that's fine too. But if you don't go and she leaves, you'll have no one to help you when you fight the Saints."
"If you go, maybe she'll stay and lend you a hand."
Tongtian: "..."
What the fuck...
You're flirting with women and making your master do the work?
Have some shame, will you!
The problem was that Lu Feng still looked completely unconcerned.
He said:
"What a hassle. Qiongxiao's so much better. Just pat her head and she behaves."
On that point, Tongtian really couldn't argue.
In the end, he simply said:
"Whatever. I'm staying out of your business."
He paused, then suddenly looked at Lu Feng and stared at him for a long time.
Eventually, his stare even made Lu Feng's skin crawl.
Lu Feng took two steps back.
Then he asked in surprise:
"Master, you're not a virgin, are you?"
Tongtian froze.
Lu Feng said, "A ten-thousand-year-old virgin... ah, no, a virgin hundreds of millions of years old..."
Tongtian: "..."
*What