"Huh, a Saint?"
Suddenly, Ye Xuan raised his eyes to look at Nuwa. When their gazes met, an invisible entanglement of fate had already formed. This slight pause in Nuwa's eyes was followed by a moment of realization—if Ye Xuan did not die today, he would certainly hold a grudge against her.
"How bold of Ye Xuan, to be so disrespectful to the Goddess?"
"What do you know? Aren't you aware of the current situation? Ye Xuan has been driven into a corner, and Donghuang Taiyi has the support of Goddess Nuwa. How can Ye Xuan not bear resentment towards the Saint?"
"He is courting death. Even if he harbors dissatisfaction towards the Saint, he should not show it. If he angers the Goddess, she could take his life in an instant."
"Alas, faced with such a desperate situation, Ye Xuan's death is certain. He is merely venting his anger before dying, which is understandable."
