Inside Fu Xi's dwelling,
he surveyed the Divine Script covering the animal hides throughout the room, satisfaction showing on his face.
With all this in place, the Human Race would have order. Only then could it grow from scattered tribes into a great people capable of standing against the Wu Clan and Demon Race.
He picked up an animal hide. Written on it in Divine Script were the various positions within a tribe.
Remembering how he had adapted those positions from the offices of the Demon Court, Fu Xi froze. A trace of nostalgia entered his eyes.
During that time, the Bagua mark between his brows flickered several times. At last, it merged completely with his body and vanished.
He had returned to Shouyang Mountain and shut himself inside precisely because his memories of his previous life had awakened during his travels. Unsure how to face them, he had chosen to hide.
"Looks like it's time to meet her."
Fu Xi set down the inscribed hide and slowly walked out of his dwelling.
At the foot of Shouyang Mountain, Nu Wa was tanning an animal hide while Liu Mang stood beside her, bored out of his mind.
"Seriously, you've been living as an ordinary person for so long. Aren't you sick of it?"
"If you have nothing to do, help me clean this hide."
With a helpless sigh, Liu Mang copied Nu Wa and began washing a hide. His mouth, however, stayed busy.
"Something's off with Uncle Fu Xi, isn't it?"
Nu Wa did not answer, but her hands paused in their work for a moment before resuming.
Sharp-eyed Liu Mang caught it.
Heh. I thought she really didn't care. Caught that little slip, didn't I?
Nu Wa endured it.
Then Liu Mang went on. "Aren't you worried at all