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Thirty-three heavens away, Nuwa Palace.

This is the sacred site where Nuwa attained sainthood. Compared to the chaotic primordial world below, this place is practically a paradise. Everywhere you look, there are exotic flowers and rare herbs, spirit birds soaring about, and a faint fragrance of creation permeates the air.

Nuwa was sitting on her cloud bed, holding a lump of colorful clay in her hand, lost in thought.

She's been a bit restless lately.

Since becoming a saint, she should have been able to calm her mind and comprehend the Great Dao. But for some reason, that figure would always appear in her mind from time to time.

The figure who taught her to sculpt clay figures by the river.

That figure roaring for humanity at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

That guy with the wicked grin, a conman who cheats and swindles but also protects his own.

"Lin Xuan..."

Nuwa softly murmured the name, and the clay in her hands was unconsciously molded into the shape of a man.

"Your Majesty, what are you thinking about?"

The maid Jin Ning (a golden phoenix in human form) curiously came over.

"Ah!" Nuwa, like a little girl caught doing something wrong, trembled and flattened the clay figure.

"N-nothing...nothing." Nuwa blushed, trying to remain calm. "I'm trying to comprehend the Dao of Creation. Yes, the Dao of Creation."

Jin Ning blinked. Does comprehending the Great Dao require blushing? And that clay figure… doesn't it look a bit like that Lord Lin Xuan of the Witch Clan?

Just then, a hearty laugh came from outside.

"Goddess Nuwa! Lin Xuan has come to pay a visit! Is Goddess Nuwa present?"

Nuwa's heart skipped a beat.

He's here?

Why is he here?

Should I change my clothes? Is this Taoist robe too plain? Is my headdress messy?

The dignified sage was now as flustered as a young girl who had just fallen in love.

"Quick! Jin Ning, how do I look with my makeup?" Nuwa asked, pulling Jin Ning along.

Jin Ning suppressed a laugh: "Your Majesty is naturally beautiful and possesses the majesty of a saint; you look good no matter what."

"You're so sweet-talking." Nuwa glared at her, took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and regained her noble and aloof saintly demeanor.

"Let him in."

A moment later, Lin Xuan swaggered in.

He was dressed impeccably today, in a long black robe, with the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd hanging from his waist (this thing has now become his signature accessory), and carrying an exquisite food box in his hand.

"Greetings, Goddess Nuwa." Lin Xuan smiled and bowed.

"Lin Xuan, there's no need for such formalities." Nuwa's voice was cool, but her eyes were somewhat unfocused. "What brings you to my Nuwa Palace today? The Underworld has just been established; aren't you busy with your affairs?"

"No matter how busy I am, I have to come and see Goddess Nuwa." Lin Xuan placed the food box on the table and opened the lid.

An enticing aroma wafted out.

"What is this?" Nuwa looked over curiously.

"This is a 'Forget-Me-Not Cake' that I made using spider lilies, a specialty of the underworld, forget-me-nots from the Yellow Springs, and some spiritual fruits that I grew myself." Lin Xuan took out a piece and handed it to Nuwa. "Nuwa, would you like to try it? It's sweet but not cloying, and it can also beautify your skin."

Nuwa took the pastry and took a small bite.

It was really delicious. It melted in my mouth and had a subtle floral fragrance. It made me feel better after eating it.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness." Nuwa's lips curled up slightly.

"I'm glad you're happy, Goddess Nuwa." Lin Xuan sat down opposite Nuwa, looking at her intently. "Actually, there's something else I wanted to discuss with you today."

"What is it?" Nuwa felt a little embarrassed by his gaze and lowered her head.

"Regarding the human race," Lin Xuan said, his playful expression turning serious. "Goddess Nuwa, although the human race is currently under the protection of the Witch Clan, they are still dependent on them. Moreover, the Witch Clan cultivates the physical body, while the human race cultivates the primordial spirit; there are some things we cannot teach them. I think..."

"What are you thinking?"

"I would like to ask Goddess Nuwa to visit the children down there more often," Lin Xuan said, leaning forward to within a foot of Nuwa. "And... while you're at it, please visit me too."

Nuwa's face flushed red instantly.

What is this?

Is this considered an invitation?

"I...I am a saint, I cannot easily descend to the mortal realm..." Nuwa's voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"What's wrong with a sage? A sage is also the mother of the human race." Lin Xuan grabbed Nuwa's hand.

Nuwa froze, made a symbolic struggle, but failed to break free, so she let him hold her.

"Goddess Nuwa, I know what you're worried about. That old man Hongjun controls everything, how could he possibly control our... cough, our family visits?" Lin Xuan looked into Nuwa's eyes and said sincerely, "Besides, I miss you too."

This straight shot completely broke through Nuwa's defense.

System notifications rang wildly in Lin Xuan's mind.

"Ding! Nuwa's favorability +1!"

"Ding! Nuwa's favorability +1!"

"Ding! Nuwa's favorability has reached 98%!"

Lin Xuan was overjoyed. It was a sure thing!

"Then...then I'll go take a look another day." Nuwa lowered her head, her voice was soft but her tone was firm.

"There's no time like the present, let's do it today!" Lin Xuan stood up, pulled Nuwa along, and walked outside. "I happen to have some freshly brewed peach blossom wine, let's drink and chat. I also have a surprise for you."

"What surprise?"

You'll see when you get there.

Lin Xuan grabbed the most revered female saint of the prehistoric world and ran out of Nuwa Palace as if they were eloping.

Jin Ning watched the two figures from behind and shook his head helplessly.

"Now, Lord Fuxi is going to lose his temper again..."