"Come, have a seat here."
With a gentle wave of her slender hand, Nüwa caused a chair to appear steadily beside the central throne.
Li Ping'an jumped onto it in two steps, sighed softly, and sank into the chair.
"I am aware of the matters concerning Xuanyuan."
Nüwa lowered her eyes, sighing quietly: "He did not fail the Human Race; it is ultimately the heavens and earth that have failed him."
Li Ping'an took a gourd from his sleeve and, pulling out the stopper, began to take small sips of wine.
After a while, Nüwa looked up at Li Ping'an and asked softly, "Is the pressure too much for you?"
"It used to be, but now the pressure has significantly lessened."
Li Ping'an smiled:
"For the past few hundred years, I have only done one thing, which is to cultivate and enhance my own strength.
"Being able to face Zhunti without retreating a single step today is largely thanks to this.
