Nuwa's beautiful eyes smiled, shimmering with extraordinary light.
Sure enough, as her words fell, Gu Changqing arrived among the humans, swaying unsteadily.
Behind him, Kong Xuan and the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito still followed.
"Hehe... uh... you're here too, Junior Uncle Nuwa."
Gu Changqing spoke with his usual carefree air.
Hearing this, Nuwa rose gracefully and replied with a smile:
"I see that the human race's fortune now soars like a dragon, and cultivation flourishes among them."
"With Mount Shu protecting their Dao, no one dares offend the human race."
"For all of this, Nephew Changqing deserves the greatest credit."
"I ought to thank you as well, nephew."
Nuwa made no attempt to conceal her admiration and delight.
The human race's flourishing had brought astonishing benefits to her as the Holy Mother of the Human Race.
Moreover, Nuwa was sincerely convinced of his greatness.
After all, even Fuxi, her elder brother, was now only the Human Emperor.
Ji Ren, by contrast, presided over Mount Shu, serving as a guardian of the human race's Dao.
Such a position was clearly more exalted than Fuxi's.
Yet Nuwa felt not the slightest displeasure.
There was no other reason!
Ji Ren deserved it!
Or rather, however high a status Gu Changqing's disciples attained, it was only right and proper.
Yet Gu Changqing remained utterly composed in the face of Nuwa's praise and amazement, paying them no mind.
Rather than respond, he spoke with apparent deeper meaning:
"Uh... now that the human race enjoys such prosperity!"
"Have you gained any insights, Junior Uncle Nuwa?"
Nuwa froze at his words.
Kong Xuan and the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito, meanwhile, were completely stunned.
Asking a Sage about her insights?!
Moreover, Gu Changqing's tone sounded exactly like someone who had attained the Dao questioning a cultivator who had yet to