He asked, alarmed and grief-stricken:
"My Lady... why are you chained here? And who did this to you??"
The exquisitely beautiful woman lowered her gaze. Her expression was a mixture of a smile and tears, and her voice was ethereal and melodious.
"I don't know."
"They said I am not Nuwa."
A sudden sorrow came over her.
"But I obviously am. I slept for a very, very long time. When I opened my eyes again, the world had completely changed, and then they sealed me down here."
The exquisitely beautiful woman continued to mutter to herself in confusion:
"Why do they say I'm not Nuwa? And you, Lu Xuan… why can't I see your future?"
Lu Xuan was bewildered. 'Is she Nuwa, or not?'
He didn't have time to think too much about it. He quickly bowed and answered:
"To answer your question, Lady Nuwa, I am not a Dao Fruit, but I possess the 'characteristics of a Dao Fruit.' I am a 'variable,' and therefore have no predetermined destiny."
