Within the Lingxiao Palace, the candlelight flickered violently, as if reflecting the anxiety surrounding this thorny dilemma. Dijun’s expression shifted slightly, his once-confident smile gradually fading, replaced by a look of deep contemplation. He sat down slowly, tapping his fingers against the armrest of his throne. The crisp, rhythmic sound echoed through the hall, each strike hitting the heartstrings of those present.
Ji Meng scratched his head, a look of confusion on his face, and spoke bluntly, "Bai Ze, the way you put it, this really is a major problem. Sage Nuwa is someone we cannot afford to offend. But if we give up this excellent method of dealing with the Wu Clan just because we fear her, I honestly cannot reconcile myself to it!" As he spoke, he clenched his fists, his eyes revealing his reluctance.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi stopped his pacing, his brows furrowed. "Ji Meng, this is no time for impulsive bravado," he said. "We all know the strength of Sage Nuwa. If she were to truly act against our Demon race because of this, our survival would be in immediate peril." His voice was low and solemn, heavy with reverence for Sage Nuwa.
Chapter 95