Laozi did not leave. Instead, he continued glaring at Nuwa, his gaze hostile and seething with resentment.
For a time, the entire Wa Huang Palace bristled with tension, as though swords had been drawn and bows strung.
A Sage's might surged, striking terror into the soul!
Xuandu and Ji Ren could not help feeling immense fear, their faces filled with panic and horror.
An ordinary cultivator would already have had their liver and gallbladder split with terror beneath Laozi's pressure, falling to their knees to beg for mercy.
But how could he possibly intimidate Nuwa?
She was also a Sage, and the first to attain Sagehood after Hongjun.
In terms of cultivation, Nuwa was even slightly stronger than Laozi.
Thus, Nuwa met Laozi's gaze without a trace of fear.
"What?"
"Senior Brother Laozi, do you intend to fight me?"
"I will oblige you to the very end."
Nuwa stood tall, her graceful figure wreathed in interwoven mystic light of creation, dazzling and radiant. She refused to yield an inch.
After all, this was Nuwa's own domain.
Moreover, the Three Human Sacred Artifacts belonged to Nuwa in the first place.
Laozi was being rather overbearing and unreasonable.
The sight terrified Xuandu and Ji Ren even more, making their scalps feel as though they would burst.
What was going on?
Was a battle between Sages about to erupt today?
Gu Changqing, however, looked thoroughly intrigued.
He gulped down several jin of fine wine in one go, his eyes lighting up as he watched Laozi and Nuwa stand against each other, needle point against wheat awn.
"Hehe... are they going to fight?"
"Good, good... hic... I love watching a good show."
His face brimmed with anticipation, as though he wished the two Sages would immediately come to blows.
His words earned him an