"I do not know who he is."
A simple statement emanated from Ye Xuan's mouth. He had no need to hide anything, nor any reason to lie, for Ye Xuan genuinely did not know the identity of the mysterious shadowy figure.
Although, he felt an uncanny familiarity with the shadowy figure, and an even more startling conjecture crossed his mind—perhaps the figure was none other than himself. However, if Ye Xuan were to voice such a fantastical notion, even he would not believe it.
"Do you really not know who he is?"
Nuwa whispered to herself, not suspecting Ye Xuan of lying. She could clearly see from his eyes that Ye Xuan was not deceiving her.
All was silent, a hush fell across the land.
The two stood in silence in the Nuwa Palace until an hour had passed. Nuwa's fluctuating Holy Light finally stilled, and once again she was veiled in Chaos Light, settling back into a seated position in the void. Looking at Ye Xuan through the Holy Light, her gaze became indifferent once more.
